When the kids were here I should have cooked three meals. The first night they went to Heaps. I had a roaring--yes, roaring--toothache and didn't go with them.
Saturday night we ate dinner at our son's house. Tooth continued to roar but I had pain pills which kept it to a dull roar. Recipes soon.
Sunday night we ate dinner at our daughter's house. The yummiest chef salad and hot dogs--seems like an odd combination but it was divine. Watermelon and zucchini brownies, which I will be making soon--I won't be making watermelon, so calm down. Watch for the brownie recipe on my coookbook site, too. Soonish. Soonish is a term that could mean a few days to months. Toothache roared on and off. I popped pills on and off.
I took my camera this time and didn't take it out of my purse. Maybe whatever is wrong with me can be cured. With chocolate. I'm sure of it. And that may be a clue why I have a roaring toothache. I'll try to block it out of my mind.
We called one of our grandson's today and sang "Happy Birthday" to him. Following the singing--and I use the word "singing" loosly here--was much silence on the line. Phil thinks we are torturing the kids with our singing and it may be true. Our grandson wants to go to lunch and a movie but I'm not sure I can sit through Ice Age 3 again, my being scared and all, when we took the six year old. It's humiliating as he wasn't. Scared, that is. So, I hope the eight-year-old picks Harry Potter although Harry scares me too. I'll need chocolate to get through it. Maybe even a pain pill.
I seem to be scared of a lot of things but not my dentist, who cured the roaring toothache. He walks on water, I'm pretty sure of it. Dr. Prince, in Orem, if anyone has a toothache, locally. Well, of course your toothache is going to be locally--locally, right in your mouth. But if you live near Orem/Provo then...you know what I mean.
I should not blog late at night.