~~~Good Morning to you, and me, too. It is a lovely, soggy, wet and rainy Sunday which raises my mood to "exhileration" -- nothing is more satisfying than a chilly, rainy day to keep thoughts of doing anything constructive or meaningful away for as long as it takes to just kick back and piddle-putz around my nest.........doing nothing I don't want to do.
Does that make any sense? OK. It means I gave myself license to do whatever I feel like doing. Eating. Napping. Having the Packer game on in the background. [If I feel like slapping on a smidgen of makeup I might even wander downstairs to the diningroom and watch a bit of the game on the gigantic plasma screen TV there]* ---Cooking a big kettle of vegetarian soup --- did you know there are delicious soup recipes that contain NO animal flesh in them?? The one I chose to make today is titled "Ultima Pasta e Fagioli". It is very, very tasty. Yup.
OK then. I must get started on my day of blissful sloth. Oh BTW, I had a date with a very fine man last Thursday. A dentist. Dr. Dougie Doom is his name. He did a thing called a "root canal" in my mouth where a crown broke off at the gum line and clanked into my bathroom sink.......so that had to be re-constructed with the -*shudder*- root canal procedure. Dr. Doom is an excellent dentist and I should be honest.....there was really no actual pain, I suppose, but I still have to confess it didn't really feel all that good, either.
People I have talked to about the "root canal" procedure have said it wasn't as bad as everyone else says it is. So? Who's lying here---well, at least stretching the truth---in my case I can truly say even with "shots" of novacaine or whatever (making my lower lip and most of my jaw feel like that part of my face was 10 times bigger than normal), there was probably a suggestion of an "owie" going on. Of course since I am really such a fragile, sensitive, frail little old lady I might just be more affected with an owie than someone more robust and younger--don't you agree?
How about a little video clip time? Turn on your speakers, You'll want to hear every note Ol' Blue Eyes is warbling. For those too young to know who Ol' Blue Eyes is, well --- that would be Frank Sinatra.
~~~ Strangers on a Flight
Does that make any sense? OK. It means I gave myself license to do whatever I feel like doing. Eating. Napping. Having the Packer game on in the background. [If I feel like slapping on a smidgen of makeup I might even wander downstairs to the diningroom and watch a bit of the game on the gigantic plasma screen TV there]* ---Cooking a big kettle of vegetarian soup --- did you know there are delicious soup recipes that contain NO animal flesh in them?? The one I chose to make today is titled "Ultima Pasta e Fagioli". It is very, very tasty. Yup.
OK then. I must get started on my day of blissful sloth. Oh BTW, I had a date with a very fine man last Thursday. A dentist. Dr. Dougie Doom is his name. He did a thing called a "root canal" in my mouth where a crown broke off at the gum line and clanked into my bathroom sink.......so that had to be re-constructed with the -*shudder*- root canal procedure. Dr. Doom is an excellent dentist and I should be honest.....there was really no actual pain, I suppose, but I still have to confess it didn't really feel all that good, either.
People I have talked to about the "root canal" procedure have said it wasn't as bad as everyone else says it is. So? Who's lying here---well, at least stretching the truth---in my case I can truly say even with "shots" of novacaine or whatever (making my lower lip and most of my jaw feel like that part of my face was 10 times bigger than normal), there was probably a suggestion of an "owie" going on. Of course since I am really such a fragile, sensitive, frail little old lady I might just be more affected with an owie than someone more robust and younger--don't you agree?
How about a little video clip time? Turn on your speakers, You'll want to hear every note Ol' Blue Eyes is warbling. For those too young to know who Ol' Blue Eyes is, well --- that would be Frank Sinatra.
~~~ Strangers on a Flight
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