Bah, Humbug

I’ve had several dentist appointments in the last couple of weeks, including one to have my wisdom tooth pulled. And, actually, I was kind of looking forward to them, hoping that I would have some good lobby wait time so that I could start reading a book I recently checked out of the library. However, each and every one of my short windows of peaceful reading time was ruined by the dreadful sound of Christmas music. I can’t stand Christmas music. Why does every light rock station feel it is their duty to entertain us with a constant stream of jingling garbage? And why is it always so loud? Needless to say, I haven’t gotten very far in my book. Next week I make another trip to the dentist, but even if they decide to turn off Mariah Carey singing All I Want For Christmas is You, I probably won’t be able to get any reading done; because this dentist trip is not for me. It is for Joseph. He is going to the dentist for the first time on Wednesday, and I think he is already nervous about it. On second thought, maybe we could use a little Jingle Bells to lighten the mood.

Don't cry over spilled milk

...unless of course it is organic and it costs you almost $6.oo a gallon. And you spill it during a dinnertime when your children are screaming and refusing to eat yet another meal that you spent time preparing.

Or, if like me, you look out your back window and realize part of your backyard fence has blown down. This of course not too long after your beautiful maple tree split down the middle.

Well, then maybe you can cry just a little bit.