It's their first! The Papa is hoping he becomes a great south paw relief pitcher with a wicked fast ball.

omnis, congratulations to your friends!

TCG's fun holiday weekend has been cut short by an awful stomach bug. Poor guy.

I had Friday Saturday and Sunday off so kind of a long weekend. Plus I get regular pay and holiday pay for today.

Also I really need to put on my big girl pants and call the dentist. I haven't had teeth cleaned in 4 years. I'm paying for dental coverage but my dental anxiety keeps me from calling. I'm anxious about psi possibly some thing wrong that will be expensive to treat and being lectured for not going sooner.

I wish I could get out of my head sometimes

Also, dentists do nag. I don't know what good they think it does, but they do.

What a weird weekend. Yesterday I was awakened by Tom freaking out about weevils and throwing all our dry goods away. Today I was awakened by a huge crack of thunder/lightning and our tv fried. Sigh. Hopefully we can get it repaired. We did get a second tv in the meantime though, since it was something we'd planned to do anyway.

On the bright side, our kitchen cabinets are totally cleaned out and we did some rearranging of our front room.

I have a dentist appointment - the office is right above my GP so I know how to get there. It's not unitl October 9, that wasn't there first available but it was the first that worked with my schedule.

Initially I called a chain because it's pracitcally across from work and they take my insurance, but the first visit is x rays and consultation only. Then you have a cleaning Then you have a "treatment plan" follow up visit. And then I looked up online reviews for the chain as a whole, seems they push expensive treatments and offer lines of credit pay for it.

So I went iwth the local guy. Will take longer and it's one dentist in an office but hopefully I'll get my teeth cleaned and there's nothing really wrong.

Oh dear, Nora, but you're right about looking on the bright side.

I swear, the weevils wouldn't have been so bad but Tom gets traumatized any time anything bad happens with food. Poor guy.

That reminds me, that years-old bin of flour needs to go away.

You can tell Tom he's not alone, at least; I'm discovering that I have a horror/disgust/fear of food going bad. I throw it away if there's the slightest chance it's bad. Part of my reluctance to eat fruits and vegetables is a fear that I'll bite into it and it'll be rotten. I can't remember that ever actually happening to me, but considering we grew most of our food on the farm, it's possible.

Also, the problem with my vow to eat more fresh fruit this year? Fruit flies. Disgusting. Why are they here? The fruit isn't even rotting! I hope.