Oh....My....Gosh!!! I procrastinate. I know it. I'm guilty. But dang it, once I get going, I want things done....like yesterday. So yesterday was my dental appointment. I worked myself up into a dither...or dather. My appointment was 2 p.m. That meant I had ALL morning and some of my afternoon to worry, fret, bitch, and almost cry. Root Canal. It sounds painful. Thankfully I have very, very good friends who call and write and tell me all will be okay. My professor even wrote and said she understood and had a root canal gone bad and is now needing an implant. Well, okay, that wasn't the most comforting greeting but she meant well. By 3:30 p.m., I was still waiting to see the dentist! By 4 p.m. x-rays were taken and I was told I waited too long to see the specialist and the whole durn tooth needed to come out! I told my previous dentist to take them all out-- I could live with my teeth soaking in a glass on my night-table. I might be getting my wish....one tooth at a time. I've heard to be careful what you wish for. The extraction is scheduled for Hubby's BD. Surprise!!! You get to take care of me on your big day, guy.
Ah, who am I kidding? Yesterday he came rushing home for lunch and said "Talk about procrastination!"
He then presented me with our tax return. "Sign on the dotted line."
As he made his sandwich he said "I guess you'll have to stand in line with the other procrastinators."
I assured him I'd rather have a root canal!
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