AH - didn't say I was getting them fixed - just seeing what's up for now and going from there. It's with fearful anticipation that I head to the dentist tomorrow. As for my dad? Feel free to laugh! I do - tho he wouldn't find it funny at all. But hey - I never said I was perfect! Ya gotta have a sense of humor when you're in pain or you'll really be in pain! The receptionist at the dentist office asked if I had insurance and I said "no" but to talk to Dr. about it since he's the one who informed me about someone giving money toward this. She said "no, she wasn't asking about insurance because of that". I said, now if you're asking about insurance because I'm going to have a heart attack in the dentist chair - well, then I'm covered for that! She laughed. Me too. I won't let myself freak out til I start to drive there - and he's not doing anything tomorrow but an exam and x-rays - and giving me a perscription for drugs incase I end up with a toothache in New York City. Now I've gone for 6 months with a gaping hole in my face but I don't want to be caught off guard while visiting my son and meeting Lissette. That would be ugly.
AND LISSETT - Hooker Boots????????? WTH! You're hysterical!
brue
I'm alive, I'm happy - why shouldn't I tell the world I've got my head screwed back on just fine. Life is good for the Brue!