Morning, all. Another sunny day here; it was supposed to rain last night, but I don’t think it did. At least not on our house. Which is fine by me, since I left the folding chair sitting out in the yard that I sit in to play with Isaac; I hate to leave it out in the rain, my butt gets wet when I sit in it. 
Congrats! But watch my tail there, young lady! 
And do you know a nice dentist who might at least smooth off the rough edge of the tooth for you? Only takes a moment, and costs far less than an extraction. Or a crown. Or three new crowns +one replacement plus a root canal to install an anchor for one new crown because there’s not enough tooth left around the old huge fillings to support a crown. Such as I’m facing. ::shudder::
And speaking of dentists, {{beebs}}. I know you’ll be okay with Pie holding your hand, though!
Yay for new quiet tenants, Rosie! Does this mean you’ll also have a resident Smokey-sitter if need be?
And yay for a good first date and a second to look forward to, Fluttery!
I definitely vote for staying home when you’re that sick, Haze. I hate, hate, hate when sick people come to work and make everyone around them sick. At least where Papa Tigs works, when people are sick enough they insist they go home since they have enough patients as it is! But he still brings me more than his fair share of germs. Trust me, no one will thank you if you do go on; they’ll just avoid you like the plague you are. Sending lots of chicken soup your way to feel better soon!
Is that everybody? I hope? If not, consider yourself hugged, boo’d, yay’d, etc.
I am mystified. For about two weeks, my low back has hurt like a m*********** for no known reason, especially when I wake up in the morning. This in spite of our comfy new mattress and my ergonomic chair. So this morning? I wake up pain-free. I’m not complaining, but I sure wish I knew what I did to make it stop hurting! I guess I’ll go enjoy it while it lasts. Stoopid back. Never know whether it’s going to like me or hate me. ::grumble grumble::
Off to get some work done. Or run errands. Or just drink more caffeine. Or something.
(Seriously, dude, it really isn’t that bad. Just let go and let him do his thing… remember, even if it hurts, it will be over soon. That’s the best I can do.)