I am not going to pretend that I have a tragic life.  Or that everything is falling apart around me.  Or look up in the sky and shout "Why me?!?!?!" while it rains really hard. Because that would be lame.  And more than a little dramatic. I will, however, address the fact that my mouth…

That is all.

There is still a golf ball hiding in my cheek.  And my lip is a public service announcement for what can happen when collagen implants go wrong.  But hey: I am still not at work, get to eat all the vanilla pudding I want and as Paul says, "There are worse things."

You do not take it for the pain.  You take it so you do not crash into the ground in a heap and cry. As I just did.  Back on the drugs.  Gonna be better soon.

Which means I got to finally scan all the layouts I have been creating this summer.  Yes, they all involve alcohol.  Mostly because that is when we get camera happy.  A few of my favorites: See the rest here.  And many more to come once I figure out why my scanner quit on me…

…i am going to be a hockey player.  Or a boxer.  Because I look the part.

The gum bone is connected to the ridiculously fat lip.  The fat lip is connected to the swollen pale face that is covered in freckles. Oh, what a sight to see.  Is Me. The good news: It is over.  Dad hit the nail on the head, "I think the next 24 hours are going to…

Tomorrow I go in to the dentist for Stage Two of my fabulous tooth adventure.  We are taking bone from my bottom right jaw and placing it under my gum over my 9 and 10 teeth.  And by we, I mean the dentist and his team.  I do my part by taking Valium and being…

Quick shoutouts to: John Mayer.  For this song: Waiting on the World to Change My dentist.  For giving me Valium to take tomorrow night before my surgery. The fellow interns.  For humor.  Thank goodness for it. Dave of davesportraits.com.  For FINALLY posting photos from Penny & Paul’s wedding. Willis Haviland Carrier.  For inventing air conditioning…

As in: "Doncha Wish Your Girlfriends Were Hott Like Mine?"