It's not about the house.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Elizabeth, I'm Coming!

My dentist yesterday said that the reason my heart pounded when the other dentist last week gave me novocaine, was that he probably put it directly in an artery, and I probably should have said something to him.

I will today. I'm off to work and then to Hell Appointment #6. When I get home, I'll tell you all about what happened in #5.

Ta! Pray for me!

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