Dentist

I hate the dentist...there is no other way to put it that would even remotely sound nice...maybe I don't hate the dentist personally but certainly professionally. I will put off going for as long as I can and I know I shouldn't but that's me...do as I say not as I do. So I had a filling that was cracked for a while and guess what happened this morning...it came out in a pc of Quality Street, so now I have a gaping hole in my tooth and it's Sunday...I have left messages at two offices and I will have to go. The last two times I had any dental work done, I had consciousness problems...yes, that's right I almost passed out in the chair. I have to try the deep breathing thing, it's pathetic, I know.

Went to a craft night last night with some of the ladies in the neighborhood, the company and food were great. One lady made homemade Irish Cream...OMG, it was good, I could have drank the whole thing, but that would not have been good in sooooo many ways. Someone also brought Bailey's. I slept until 8:30 this morning and that never happens, I guess all it takes is some alcohol.