I Would Rather Have a Pap Smear

I would rather have a Pap Smear than have my teeth cleaned. Seriously. No, I have never had a traumatic experience with a dentist, that I remember. My teeth are just very very very sensitive.
Even though I have a wonderful dentist, Dr. Fred, who gives me nitrous oxide and prescriptions for anti-anxiety meds, the last few cleanings I had were much like torture to me. No matter how many pills I would take before the cleaning, or how high I would be on the gas, it just hurt sooooo bad. I waited way longer than the usual 6 months between appointments.
I finally had my cleaning appointment yesterday. I took my meds, had Hus drive me to the office of course, only this time I asked for Novocaine too. Dr. Fred, I could tell under his mask, smiled and said "Novocaine too? Okay, let's give her the whole package".
First he turned on the gas, then numbed my gums with a numbing paste, and injected them with the Novocaine. Wow, what a difference. The time flew by and I had hardly any discomfort at all. Usually I make an attempt to jump out of the chair every few seconds, Dr. Fred commenting "Look, her feet fly up every time it hurts."

I was even able to listen to what Dr. Fred was saying to me.

Dr. Fred: So, how is the husbands gardening going? Any horse radish yet?
Me: Ih go goo, uh huh , ooo ah ohh? (It's going good, uh huh, you want some?)
Dr. Fred: Never mind, she's totally out of it.
Me: Ih aa ahh, ooohh aah oorrr ahn ih yy ouuhh!! (I am not, you have your hand in my mouth!!!)

The first time I met Dr. Fred he told me one of the reasons he liked being a dentist instead of a doctor was because he could do all the talking!

Birds Out to Lunch

It was a fairly decent day out today so the kids and I went for a walk. T had to do some bird watching for homework over this school break. We always see hundreds of birds everyday in our yard and around the neighborhood. How many did we see today? Ten. How many different kinds? Six. Maybe this sounds like a lot for you city folk, but for us, not so much. Weird. Perhaps it was because the kids were too noisy. Or the fact that Arthur and Cokee, our cats, followed T around the yard while he tried to search with binoculars for birds. Arthur also tried to disguise himself as a big pile of dirt, but those birds are clever.
What did we see on our walk?

First signs of green...

Neighbors horses...

Other neighbors original family home...

Kids running...

Big pile o poop...

The birds we spotted were Chickadees, House Wrens, Blue Jays, Woodpeckers, Juncos and Catbirds.

The abandoned house is one of my favorites. You can't tell from the picture, but you can see inside it like a doll house. The upstairs room on the right still has wallpaper with little pink flowers on it.

The pile o poop is where Hus gets manure for all of his gardens. EWEY!

Chick Magnets

From the outside, it is easy to tell these are lovingly maintained year round residences just waiting for the right chick to come along and claim one for their home.

E's is a girly chicks dream come true. Pink is the dominant color but there are also splashes of other lovely pastels which blend perfectly. Any chick would feel like a princess in the four poster canopy bed.

More for a masculine chick, T's features a flat screen TV, full size refrigerator, round bed and round table. Very modern, and yet the pastel wall paper softens the hard edges nicely.

Happy Easter!

Poop

I hate to make excuses for why I haven't been able to visit blogs lately, especially when it has to do with poop. Heaven forbid I should talk about POOP in my blog! Well, we've all had the stomach bug. First T, then Hus, then E, and finally me, damn it. I was also working more than usual and sleeping less than usual last week too, so I could have a week off. Well, now I do and I paid for it, hopefully in full.

We are off tomorrow to NJ to visit the fam for Passover. Grandma isn't going to make it this year because of her work. Guess I didn't need that Xanax prescription after all. Yeah, right.

We'll be back on Saturday, just in time to spend Easter with Hus's fam.

I'll try to visit from NJ in between stuffing my face with delicious holiday food and wine. Hope the bug hasn't gotten to you! Or the Metamuscicles!

The Pink Panther

It was love at first sight. I saw her from across the room and knew she was exactly what I was looking for. She is beautiful and I will take her everywhere I go. I don't care what my husband says.

E: Did you buy that for me?

Me: No

E: Can I borrow it?

Me: No

E: Can I have your black one that looks like a mini skirt?

Me: No

E: Can I borrow it?

Me: No, well, I guess, maybe, we'll see.

Me: (to Hus) Do you like my new pocket book?

Hus: Didn't you just buy a new one?

Me: That one was too big for everyday use. Do you like it?

Hus: No

Me: Why?

Hus: It's pink! Are you going to use that Pink Panther purse everyday?

Me: Yes!