Sunday, May 2, 2010

Put You Sorries In A Sack - Sunday Version

I am totally paranoid now that I am going to have a heart attack because they are suppose to be related to tooth aches and I have a tooth ache now. I am totally in fear of the dentist so I probably won't sleep tonight and be all weirded out in the morning when I sit in the dentist chair. You brush and you floss and still I know he is going to give me that 'look' that he does. Well I am sorry. I can't think of teeth every hour of ever day like you do Dr. Enamel. I have a blog to compose and a cat to brush.

Speaking of the that cat, I also have the version of tennis elbow that you get from brushing the cat. I have a pavlovian response everytime he meows within reach of me. If there was a lifetime limit placed on how much a cat should be brushed he would have passed it already. Now HE gives me that 'look' when I use my other arm to work the brush because it doesn't feel the same. I swear he would see me crippled rather than alter his schedule one little bit.

2 comments:

Wings1295 said...

Well... I hope you are okay and made it to the dentist in one piece!

Keep us posted! And the teeth clean! ;)

Ravyn said...

I always wait for the other shoe to drop - it took me a while to get through that dreaded feeling all the time. Once I was able to realize (after a couple years) that someone wasn't going to die or someone wasn't going to disappear every time I turned around, it made my life a lot better. That's when I met Joe. :)