Watching Obama

At some point, self wants to tune out.  His reassuring presence is somewhat less reassuring now.

Same goes for her Gavin-love, which was pretty strong until a few months ago.  Now, she listens to these two eminently photogenic personalities and their mouths move but the words just don’t sink in.

Meanwhile, self has just returned home from her latest excruciating visit to the dentist.  “I have a huge crater in the left side of my mouth,” she tells the hygienist, just as the procedure is about to commence.  “You could probably drive a VW bug into it.” (Ha, ha, ha!  Self must you constantly turn every situation into a sit-com?  Perhaps you should switch careers, try out for a gig writing TV scripts!)

The bad news is that the technician has to take four new X-rays of self’s mouth.  “Didn’t you just do those last year?” self inquires.  “We have to do them every year,” the technician responds.  And after perusing the X-rays, technician tells self that Read the rest of this entry »

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