I had breakfast out with a friend, and it felt luxurious and festive. She bought a lipstick, I bought some moisterizer, we oohed and aahed over things in Anthropologie, and now, in a few minutes I have to go have a temporary crown put it my mouth. The good, the bad and the ugly. Oh, well. Tonight I am making meatballs and spaghetti, and I do love the meal, ever since Lady and the Tramp. I'm not much for pasta, but spaghetti is an exception. Watching my granddaughter eat it with both hands has reminded me of the deleriously delightful worminess of spaghetti, and the spongy springiness of meatballs. Add salad and garlic bread - I rest my case.
But if I lose this temporary crown in this busy month of December, I am going to be very, very angry. The dental technician talked me into this, it is not really necessary this moment - but yes, the old crown is a mess, and she forced me to be reasonable. I hate that. I don't want to get my blood test for my thyroid either, because I just want to not think about my health for a while. A little break. Pick up the threads in January. But I'll probably break down and get the test, too, because it's reasonable as well. I just hate being reasonable.
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