Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Not Exactly What The Spouse Had in Mind

Just some evidence that she will weather this just fine. The painful crying/bleeding mouth stuff has subsided and the only real reason she's being remotely pathetic is, I believe, in an effort to squeeze one more day off out of the deal. But tomorrow is Silent Day (part of the on-going 8th grade pre-graduation "retreat" experience). I think she'll be just fine for that.

Maybe.

Also, the sound is a little loud. Sorry about that. Stupid sound guy.

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17 Comments:

Blogger Buck opined...

I had a molar extracted this morning and had to make my own soup. (Yellow split pea).

Wish you were here to have done that for me.

April 30, 2008 1:33 PM  
Blogger Eric opined...

Tell her not to ooz on my side of the bed

April 30, 2008 1:45 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Oh, poor baby...I wish I'd known...

Uh, a little late on that one there, Sparky.

April 30, 2008 1:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous opined...

Ba Ha Ha Ha (Note no W)

My sympathies. Havent been able to see the video yet. Al is curious too. Best to remember she did make it through and if there was any kind of pain killer involved that is saying something. At least shes not allergic. Oh well.

Did you give her drugs? Oh ya, you know what i mean!! The mini nrcotics and such really do help. Whenever I get a root canal I like to have a few for the first couple days particularly for night time.

About staying home, maybe whe would be less likely to get wierd stuff from her classmates. Who knows?

Peace

:+}

April 30, 2008 2:09 PM  
Blogger sageweb opined...

TV and a bell? Oh I wish I could be reborn as your child.

April 30, 2008 2:22 PM  
Blogger TWISI opined...

little pookie... I hope she feels better soon.

April 30, 2008 2:51 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Anonyba, she's had some over-the-counter stuff and that seems to be working just fine, thank heaven. I'll pass on the good wishes.

April 30, 2008 3:42 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Me too, Sage. But you realize I would make you do your homework, clean your room, unload the dishwasher and for gods sakes, would it kill you to drag a comb through your hair at least once a week?

Thanks Uncle Twisi...I'm sure she'll be right as rain in no time.

April 30, 2008 3:44 PM  
Blogger Sling opined...

She needs coloring books.
You can't stay home from school sick without 'em.

April 30, 2008 5:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous opined...

Ba Ha Ha Ha (Note no W)

And speaking of The Child; I hold in my hand that wish she believed impossable; The Lion The Wirch and The Wardrobe, Prince Caspian and The Silver Chair. Sold by COSTCO pre-release to the theaters for a grand total of 17.99 (plus tax).

She didnt believe me when I told her I had them but wisely refused a bet. Smart girl.

So did Allen. He knows me too well.

Peace

:+}

April 30, 2008 5:21 PM  
Blogger jp opined...

Would this be a bad time to squeeze her little cheeks?

Now go tell her how lucky she is that I don't live there.

April 30, 2008 10:32 PM  
Blogger sfoofie opined...

I rang a bell and no soup arrived. an angel got its wings though. :p
(tell pookie child to feel better!!!)

May 01, 2008 4:35 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

I adore coloring books. Sigh...

Anonyba, the newest version of said tales? Naw, that would imply they've already made the Silver Chair when Caspian is just now being released in theaters. Really?

(And I didn't realize you were teaching the children to gamble...said the woman who once took your lad to the track)

JP, while admiring your restraint, I told her and she immediately burst into tears and said, "What? That's supposed to make me feel better? Do you have any idea how improved my life would be if Uncle JP lived nearby?" Then she snuffled and clutched her jaw in agony, for the exertion was a bit much for her, but as tears rolled down her face and gauze fell from her mouth she continued, "I am entering some of the most challenging years of my life, Mommy. I need the love and guidance of as many people as I can get. Uncle JP..." She broke off again, racked with sobs. She tried again, this time coughing on her own post-op saliva. Finally, she composed herself enough to speak again, "I need my Uncle JP, Mommy. He will vet all my dates, tell me when my shoes don't match my dress and would never, ever let me pose for Annie Leibowitz".

Sfoof, by my reckoning then, something like 22 angels received their wings yesterday, not counting the wings doled out during the shooting of the film. And of course I shall tell her.

May 01, 2008 6:22 AM  
Blogger greeny opined...

What a life! It doesn't seem as to have been too tramatic escept in the pocketbook.

May 01, 2008 6:55 AM  
Blogger booda baby opined...

I can not watch anything to do with teeth or pain at the moment. Sinusitus and all that. First time in my life, though, I actually TRIED the snorting up the salt water and, like magic, it's got me on the road to recovery.

Just wanted you to put that in your Home Cures Recipe box.

May 01, 2008 8:49 AM  
Blogger jp opined...

Okay, you totally made all of that up.

Good job, though.

May 02, 2008 7:53 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Greeny, yup, she snapped back into fighting shape in no time.

Booda, I'm very sorry for your sinus woes, I truly am. Hope you feel better soon.

JP, Nu uh. Verbatim transcript.

May 02, 2008 8:10 AM  

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