Six months off!

Hooray, Dr. Jacobs has given me a six month reprieve! He was going to reseat the gold crown this morning, but the tooth has moved up quite a bit and the crown will no longer fit. Rather than cast the tooth and have another crown made, we opted to have him rebuild the tooth and hope for the best. It may last six months, it may last two months, it may last five years - it's a crap shoot at best. But it buys me some time to save up for the two crowns I know I will eventually need. I swear, Dr. Jacobs is the best dentist EVAH! If you are anywhere near Rockland, MA, I cannot recommend him highly enough.

Queenee is improving by leaps and bounds now. I dragged her out shopping today so I could try on some trousers. Mind you, I hate trying on clothes, but I've lost some weight recently and have no idea what size I am anymore, so I had to hit a dressing room. We went to Kohl's, because they have tall sizes. Long story short, 12 is too big and a true 10 is a bit too small, so I'm buying 10's, because I plan to lose another 10 pounds and a size 10 should be a perfect fit then. Having determined my size, we hit Building 19 on the off chance they might have new stock. Wow, did they ever. I picked up six pairs of trousers, none more than $12 and all but one pair fit! I'll return that one pair and thank my lucky stars that I hit them on a good day. It isn't every day you find a linen/silk pair of pants for $10.12 that fit you perfectly. Of course, ten pounds from now they'll be a bit loose, but I seriously don't care.

Building 19 is doing a reorganization of their merchandise, and the store in Hanover is looking good. Much more open than before. Queenee rested on a table of carpets while I checked out golf shoes for PopPop - saw one pair, but didn't buy them because they looked a bit narrow. Alas.

She was sore and tired by the time we were through, but she's doing well. In another week she'll be back to work and I'll be back to scrimping and scraping ... ok, I admit, I never stopped scrimping and saving. But you know what I mean.

We had a near tragedy earlier this week when CarrotTop went missing. I had seen her in the morning on my way to work, but she was nowhere to be found that afternoon and poor Lucille was frantic. The following morning brought no good news and no sighting of CarrotTop and we were preparing to give the bad news to the Younger Pea. Happily, when I got home that afternoon and deposited my crapola in the computer room, there, just outside the window, was CarrotTop, big as life and with Lucille right beside her. What a relief! CarrotTop is such a cool chicken - that probably sounds silly to those of you who have never bothered to spend any time with a chicken, but believe me when I tell you, they are more than you might suspect. CarrotTop is very friendly and has a great sense of humor. She is also very old and probably not long for this world. I will miss her when she is gone.