Teeth are. Damned teeth.
Did you know that an abscessed tooth can make you look like you've lost a fight? It totally can. And it flipped on like a switch Friday night. So I've been wanting to post, but I've had so much more fun lying in bed, weeping with an ice pack. Saturday morning I spoke to the on call dentist (angel of a creature) who gave me antibiotics, and this morning her husband (another of my favorite people right now) drilled into the root to allow some drainage. It still hurts, but it's so much better than it was, and the swelling has gone down so much already.
Just as an aside, after the dentist I went to my manicurist who couldn't get me in til the afternoon. I looked bad plus a shitload of Novocaine. I wasn't pretty. Since I had some time to kill (and the feeling that everything was shortly going to get better, and it has, a lot) I went to the mall. I wanted someone to ask me what had happened sooo badly, because I wanted to say "This? You should see the other guy!" Alas, Americans these days...
This tooth made me miss Pirates. Fucking tooth. But it does look better. My manicurist says so. She saw me at ten and then again at three.
Ok, past the tooth. I promised a post about the sheep and wool, right? Look like that makes me a liar. Because I just can't give you a whole post. It was fantastic. I saw sheep, I saw alpacas, I saw bunnies. I saw most of my knitting group plus Amy from Spunky Eclectic, Joanne from A Knitter's Garden, and Claudia of Heal my Hands. I got fiber from just about every animal available. Including an entire blue ribbon suri alpaca fleece. 6 and a half pounds of I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-it-but-sit-atop-it-and-laugh-maniacally goodness. Actually, I know what I'd like to do with some of it. I'd like to blend some of it with something with a little more memory (Heather got a drum carder and she loves me) and make Chris a sweater. Look at him. He's so worth it.
I was carrying my purse and the camera, and my sister... she was carrying a pie. Yeah, I think that's it. I told my sister that she was coming with us that weekend, but I wouldn't tell her to what. I told her that the destination was inconsequential, because she was coming anyway. She had a pretty good time. I think we can thank this gal for it. Yes, its a gal. No, I simply asked, perverts. Laurin.
It's hard not to talk about your tooth when every second thought is "ow. My tooth hurts"
Ok, and that's all the S&W I have for you. Hey! Where are you going!? Get back here! Hey!
You weren't leaving, were you? Do I have to stomp on some mommy buttons?
This is Kadin, my very favorite short person. And I am his very favorite auntie/accomplice. Seriously, if this kid ever needs a body hidden, he's just got to come to me and say "auntie... I screwed up..." and we'd get to work. He's got to learn some words first. Until them I'll accept pantomime. Or a chip that he's already chewed on. He likes to feed those to me.
The weekend after the sheep and wool we went to my cousin's wedding. World, this is Jessica. Before
Gratuitous Kadin shot
and after
We got a pretty nice table, right by the cake. I think it's because I'm good with my camera. I'll have to remember to send the new couple some of the pictures I got. I'd at least better get them to my aunt. She'd kill me for sure.
The wedding was beautiful, and it does tie into knitting. Want to know how? Well, throughout the whole day my uncle, the father of the bride, kept pointing at me and going "you're next!". And he's right, we are. That's why we're so glad that Kadin looks so sharp in the sweater uncle Chris made him to wear on that important day. He doesn't even have to be a ring bearer. He can just chill with me and Chris all day.
Ok, I'm going to brush up this post and then go to the airport to pick up Chris. A note to his company: when someone is only working one day of the entire week, of course it's acceptable to send them away on business for that one stinkin' day. Of course it is.
At least he got away from tooth bitch.
Ooh! Harlot tomorrow! Gotta pee!
