It has been so many, many moons since I have last written. But this morning was a humdinger and after only two events I realized I needed to share, if only to give a laugh to someone or help another realize that life is good...especially if you're not Joanne.
The day started not that badly. The dogs let me sleep until my alarm went off, which isn't an all-the-time kind of thing. The kids got off to school without a hitch and Jay left for work without driving me nuts about why the upstairs office is such a mess, why there is only a 1/2 cup of coffee left in the pot, or how much he loves skiing and he wants to do it RIGHT NOW. THIS VERY INSTANT.
It was all good.
[Children take heed: The following is what happens when you: 1) Stop going to the dentist regularly once you are out from under your parents' protective wings and into the big, wide world of adulthood; 2) Ignore the dentist (once you do go) when they tell you that you have a cavity that needs to be taken care of.]
So after an uneventful early morning, my trip to the dentist happened. I had a toothache. In my experience, the less a dentist looks at your teeth, the worse the prognosis. And so it was. I heard the ominous words (cue the dramatic music), "This tooth cannot be saved." I knew the end of my business with regular dentistry, at least for now, was nigh. Onto the oral surgeon! Implants and bridgework galore! Groan. I left the office feeling humbled, not because they were mean to me--actually the entire staff at my dentist's office is lovely--but that I was such an idiot to ignore one of the most basic things in life: Teeth!
(By the way, I know my very best friend of all time, Laleh, who is all about going to the dentist regularly, may actually be comatose right now, simply from the sheer trauma of reading this (that is, if she has read this!).
After such fun (such FUN), I felt the need for some retail therapy, if you count grocery shopping as such. I did my trip through the store, completely distracted by the fearful daydream of dentures, paid and left. As I was walking toward my car, I unlocked the doors, not really paying much attention to what I was doing. Once at my car, I opened the back door, and there you go, Bob's your uncle: the alarm went off. Loudly.
My thought process kicked in...finally:
"WHY IS MY ALARM GOING OFF?"
"WHY ARE ALL OF THESE PEOPLE STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?"
"WHY CAN'T I SHUT IT OFF WITH MY REMOTE?"
"I DIDN'T KNOW MY ALARM SOUNDED LIKE THAT"
"I'LL OPEN THE FRONT DOOR AND START THE CAR TO STOP THIS DAMNED NOISE!"
"HOW DID I GET THAT DENT IN MY FRONT DOOR?!!!!"
"oh. wait. this is not my car."
"STOP LOOKING AT ME, ALL OF YOU JERKS. I'M NOT STEALING THIS CAR. HAVEN'T YOU EVER BEEN DISTRACTED BY THE FEAR OF LOSING ALL OF YOUR TEETH?"
And then I got my butt out of there before the cops showed up. This is not the first time I have done something like this, I remind you. This was me, too: http://theimperfectionist23.blogspot.com/2012/04/warning-lock-your-car-doors-here-i-come.html
I am now home, waiting for something else just as fun to happen this afternoon. But in the meantime, even with my morning turning out the way it did, how can I not be happy when today looks like this?
And so, my long-winded message is this: find some good in today, even if everything is seemingly awful. It can help you laugh at the crappy stuff, and who isn't up for that?!