Strange.

I feel quite detestably cheerful, somehow. Inexplicable.

Just got back from an appointment with the dentist next door to the bank across the highway. He was nice. Called me "young lady" and asked what my favorite subject in school is. I think he has grown-up kids, but I wouldn't have guessed it. Although, come to think of it, that is how a parent would think....I have three cavities, which are on the adult teeth coming in the back so he can't do anything about 'em until the teeth are fully erupted. Horrible context to use that word in. Also more detailed bad news about my impacted cuspids, in that he described the orthodontia necessary to bring them down. With sufficiently ghastly detail, even though he was vague about some bits.

Anyway. Mom and Owen are the only ones left. They should be in the chair right now. We all cam home as soon as he finished with us. So nice to live within walking distance of the dentist. Hah. Well, it's over with.