The cavities have been filled for several hours, now, and I am still bearing a frightening resemblance to a stroke victim. I am not even going to tell you what happened when I tried to eat a cookie.
But, loving mother than I am, I marched my deformed self straight to the movie store after my dentist appointment and picked up travel movies for the kids, because I love them so and putting movies on stops them from talking for 400 straight miles.
Now I’d like to walk over and let our neighbors know we’re going to be out of town, but my speech is still a little slurred. And they’d probably think I was drunk or something. So I guess I’ll just sit here and make funny faces for a while longer.