Good Advice

Tuesday, July 21, 2009 5:40:04 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
me: "There's where I get to go on Thursday to get my teeth worked on."

Mark: "To get your cavities filled?"

Me: "Yes. I will try not to cry."

Mark: "You won't cry. You'll try counting to ten."

Me: "I will?"

Mark: "Yes. That's what Little Critter did, and then the doctor said it was all over."

Me (getting a little teary): "Yes, you're right. That is what Little Critter did."

Mark (confidently and reassuringly): "Little Critter counted to ten. You should do that."

Just Going to the Dentist by Mercer Mayer: Book Cover

I think I will do just that. And listen to some music. And take some valium. But if I get too worried, I think I will try counting to ten. After all, Mark is sure that it will work. How could he be wrong?

Let's Call it Be Nice to Jenny Day?

Thursday, July 16, 2009 11:23:32 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
So.
First dental appointment in a few years due to lousy insurance that only sent us to an evil dentist. She probably wasn't really evil. Just brutal.

Yep, got some cavities. Need filled.

And the fridge is going out. The freezer's been sort of erratic. Now the rest of it is NOT cold. Cool, yes. Not cold.

That has to wait until Tim gets home to check it and fiddle around. I just want a new one but shall defer to the hubby. (Perhaps briefly. I love you, dearie.)

I want everything else to be nice to me today, k?