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Watched RotS twice this weekend...in bed. Hmmm, guilty, I feel.
I turned down a weekend in Atlanta with friends because it would be the weekend of July 16th. I’m sure they didn’t want to spend their time dragging me around with my nose in teh HBP. I really want to be alone with my book. Although my first instinct is to rush through it, I wonder if I can pace myself and make it last longer. I swear this book is like highly anticipated sex.
School wraps up this week. Since my son’s graduating high school, the soccer mom chapter of my life has officially ended. He played his last soccer game last week. It’s a little strange to think the years of practices/games for football/baseball/basketball/soccer are over. The kid’s schedule was always a busy one between the overlapping sports seasons, 6 yrs of band, 9 yrs on academic team, and various clubs/organizations. Reflecting on the past extracurricular activities makes me more exhausted than nostalgic.
The kid just called and said he made an A+ on his physics final. Woot! :D
A few weeks back I had a health scare that was serious enough to prompt the doctors to do some very thorough testing. They went beyond routine stuff to also check heart, kidneys, liver, thyroid, etc. One doctor gave me antibiotics and the symptoms disappeared before the test results came back. In hindsight, I think it was simply some weird allergy/infection/immune system anomaly. That’s just as good an explanation as the doctors ‘no idea’ conclusion because each and every result … was normal, actually better than normal with numbers at the optimum end of the ranges. Good to know.
I’m dreading this week’s dental appointment. After my behavior during my last visit, I probably should change dentists to spare us both any further embarrassment. I got a bad case of the giggles in the dental chair which started when the dentist said, “You’re going to feel a little prick.” How could a person not *snort* at that? If you prick me, do I not snort? Really, sir, there’s no need to warn me if it’s a little prick; however in the event it’s a big prick, advance notice would be appreciated. He thought my reaction was nervous laughter and offered me nitrous oxide to relax me. Uh, laughing gas to stop laughing? No, thank you. Then, every time I thought I had regained control, he would say something dental which my already warped mind appreciated as very funny double entendres. Muffled laughter would just come in waves. He kept looking at my chart probably checking my age again and for any explanatory medical/mental history. All pretense ended when he said, “You need to spit more; you’ve been swallowing too much.” I laughed, choked, spit, and swallowed. After that, he hurried through the procedure red-faced with careful and minimal wording. He was very professional and I behaved terribly. Although I’m not easily embarrassed, convulsing in the dental chair is now one of those moments. I really don’t want to face him again but my next appointment had already been scheduled for me to get drilled and filled er, probed and prodded er, some work done. Hopefully, he will be giving me the silent treatment. *hangs head*
Since a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste, it wandered over into HP Land. I wonder if there’s any H/Hr smut involving a dentist’s office. Maybe H/Hr should visit the Grangers and make use of her parents’ office after hours. That dental chair seems capable of some very interesting positions. Hmmm? I've really got to get my mind focused on something productive.
I turned down a weekend in Atlanta with friends because it would be the weekend of July 16th. I’m sure they didn’t want to spend their time dragging me around with my nose in teh HBP. I really want to be alone with my book. Although my first instinct is to rush through it, I wonder if I can pace myself and make it last longer. I swear this book is like highly anticipated sex.
School wraps up this week. Since my son’s graduating high school, the soccer mom chapter of my life has officially ended. He played his last soccer game last week. It’s a little strange to think the years of practices/games for football/baseball/basketball/soccer are over. The kid’s schedule was always a busy one between the overlapping sports seasons, 6 yrs of band, 9 yrs on academic team, and various clubs/organizations. Reflecting on the past extracurricular activities makes me more exhausted than nostalgic.
The kid just called and said he made an A+ on his physics final. Woot! :D
A few weeks back I had a health scare that was serious enough to prompt the doctors to do some very thorough testing. They went beyond routine stuff to also check heart, kidneys, liver, thyroid, etc. One doctor gave me antibiotics and the symptoms disappeared before the test results came back. In hindsight, I think it was simply some weird allergy/infection/immune system anomaly. That’s just as good an explanation as the doctors ‘no idea’ conclusion because each and every result … was normal, actually better than normal with numbers at the optimum end of the ranges. Good to know.
I’m dreading this week’s dental appointment. After my behavior during my last visit, I probably should change dentists to spare us both any further embarrassment. I got a bad case of the giggles in the dental chair which started when the dentist said, “You’re going to feel a little prick.” How could a person not *snort* at that? If you prick me, do I not snort? Really, sir, there’s no need to warn me if it’s a little prick; however in the event it’s a big prick, advance notice would be appreciated. He thought my reaction was nervous laughter and offered me nitrous oxide to relax me. Uh, laughing gas to stop laughing? No, thank you. Then, every time I thought I had regained control, he would say something dental which my already warped mind appreciated as very funny double entendres. Muffled laughter would just come in waves. He kept looking at my chart probably checking my age again and for any explanatory medical/mental history. All pretense ended when he said, “You need to spit more; you’ve been swallowing too much.” I laughed, choked, spit, and swallowed. After that, he hurried through the procedure red-faced with careful and minimal wording. He was very professional and I behaved terribly. Although I’m not easily embarrassed, convulsing in the dental chair is now one of those moments. I really don’t want to face him again but my next appointment had already been scheduled for me to get drilled and filled er, probed and prodded er, some work done. Hopefully, he will be giving me the silent treatment. *hangs head*
Since a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste, it wandered over into HP Land. I wonder if there’s any H/Hr smut involving a dentist’s office. Maybe H/Hr should visit the Grangers and make use of her parents’ office after hours. That dental chair seems capable of some very interesting positions. Hmmm? I've really got to get my mind focused on something productive.