It is Thanksgiving and you'd think I'd be able to cough up a bit o' thankfulness. Ya know, what with being alive and everything.
Fer f@#$ sake.
But on Tuesday, when this happened:
It wasn't too much later when this happened:
That's right. A long-lasting lip stain from Sephora. Uh-huh.
In addition-the opportunity to make my Dad howl-at his dentist's office when I told him I looked like my IQ had dropped 100 points.
In terms of thankfulness, I'll go with that.
Have a happy day.
'How did that happen?!', asks our friend Leigh Ann. Oh ya know, I was talking and thinking and I picked up the string of my sweatshirt hood where that little plastic thing is near the end by the knot? I took a little tiny thoughtful chomp and something(a big old filling)flew to the ground and I just put my head down on the dining room table because enough is enough already, no?
On the positive side, I may have found a new dentist. Dr. Higgins and Moustafa worked FAST with no moronic yakking.