We’re still talking about the dentist today. I’m sorry. I have to purge that dark episode from my psyche and writing about it is cathartic.
It also conveniently gives me a post for today.
I was well prepared for my appointment. I’d been practicing my deep breathing, wore my killer boots that give me an extra dose of confidence (and an intimidation factor since they push me well over 6′), and loaded my iPod with soothing/very loud music to drown out the pick-y and whirring sounds which tend to make me break out in hives.
I arrived early to my appointment in hopes they would get me in and out sooner, and to pass the time, I thought I’d listen to some of my music to settle my nerves. It was then I discovered to my SHEER HORROR that my earbuds weren’t in my purse. Or in my jacket pocket. Or in my car. Or under the car. I desperately texted Whimzie:
“One of the kids took my set of earbuds. You know…the set I was going to use DURING MY APPOINTMENT????”
She ever so calmly texted back:
“Okay. It sounds bad, but we can get through this.” (Do you see why I love this woman more than my luggage?)
“Are Travis’ still in the car?”
Oh, you mean, these?
I must have paused long enough for her to text me again.
“I know what you’re thinking, but SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE, WOMAN! This constitutes an emergency. Drastic times calling for drastic measures and all.”
Do you think I used them?
Dang straight, I did.
Have a nice day.