It has been a busy week.
1. Outside of updating you with the TFT stuff, I've been off and running...to the dentist. You all know how much I love the dentist. I was NOT looking forward to having a tooth extracted Monday afternoon. I imagined it would be terrible. It would sound awful, and they'd jerk my head around, and have to break my tooth apart, and the wouldn't put me to sleep.
I was right. It was all of that and more. It was disgusting, I won't give you the gory details. My tooth literally exploded in my mouth. I'm sorry, I feel so sorry for myself, I just had to give ONE gory detail. There was bits of tooth everywhere. I'm sorry again; I just can't help myself. It feels good to talk about it, though. Thanks for listening.
And NOW I have a dry socket. If you're still reading after that gory detail, a dry socket means that if I put a mirror in my mouth, and face that mirror on the bathroom wall, and shine the flashlight on THAT...I can see bone. Actual bone. My actual skull is shining through my gums. Or whatever bone that is, mandible or maxillofacial or headbone, or whatever it is. Suffice it to say I'm on antibiotics, and I don't like to be able to see any of my own bones. Even if I do go to great pains to look at it, I still don't like it.
2. Since I'm on antibiotics, I have been designated the designated driver for Santa Rampage tonight. Our santa costumes are at the ready, I have the cutest red & white striped tights to wear...because white horizontal rings around your thighs and calves are slimming, right? Right?!! Jen & Bill (Clint's daughter and son-in-law to be) are joining us, all the way from St. Louis. If they can come that far, you can don a santa hat and find us, downtown.
3. I'm not sure if it's a secret or not, but a television crew from a national news program is coming to my house this week. I've been interviewed via phone 3 times so far, and they are to call me soon to tell me if they'll be here, either Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. I won't give the story away, but I'll give you a hint, and tell you that they found me in the New York Times. Another hint:
Yeah. Big time. I'm a little nervous as I'm no expert on the subject they hope to interview me on. I'm trying to get my thoughts together so that I can at least articulate our own story without looking like a complete goober.
And if any of you would like to come over between now and then, I am setting conditions: You won't be let in to my home unless you're carrying a can of Lemon Pledge and a soft towel, or any other cleaning fluid or implement. Get over it; we can talk while you work. Don't worry, I'll be sweeping down cobwebs right alongside: "So, have you finished your Christmas shop—oh, you missed a spot."
BYOCleaning Supplies. This girl knows how to throw a party.