Hi! I am happy to report that I escaped from the dentist’s torture chamber alive and well, and a little loopy. Which is not an unpleasant sensation.
Have you ever noticed that a dentist goes, “This might hurt just a bit,” before doing something that brings tears to your eyes? It’s really, really annoying. They’re jabbing a sharp metal instrument into your gums, and they feel they MUST point out the obvious: that’s it’s gonna hurt like *&^%. Well, yeah.
After my harrowing experience in the chair, my sister was nice enough to go pick up dinner for me from one of my fave places:
I might be a wee bit addicted to Panera’s broccoli cheese soup sourdough bread bowl (if you call eating it perhaps three times a week last winter addicted). I have managed to keep this winter’s consumption to a mere every couple of weeks or so, with much effort and control.
It was warm, cheesy, and delicious. My only complaint is that when you put soup in a bread bowl, you have to eat it fast, or the bread bowl sucks it all up before you can get to it. I swear it just disappears into the sides, never to be seen again.
With some potato chips on the side, because I felt like it:
It was very hard to chew though, so I abandoned my chips in the middle (sad) and turned to this instead:
I hope you’re not tired of seeing ice cream/froyo on this blog. It’s, um, here to stay. 🙂
I ate it right out of the container, because I am a surgery patient, and I don’t have to use a bowl if I don’t want to. Do you get a sense of entitlement when you have some type of medical procedure done?
Haha, maybe it’s just me.
So I dug around in the tub for the chocolatey chunks, then put it back in the freezer:
Well, I’m off to sulk about my teeth being sore (I’m not supposed to talk for 24 hours! No easy feat for me). So I’ll be pouting in silence. Bummer.
You know what exciting thing is happening tonight though? The 100th episode of How I Met Your Mother! I really don’t watch much TV (although, ok, I will get pretty hyper about AI tomorrow night also), but I heart this show! About 80% of the reason is Doogie…I mean Neil Patrick Harris.
I keep holding out a secret little hope that Robin is the mother, even though Dave patiently points out each episode why this will not be the case, starting with “Aunt Robin.” A girl can dream, right?
Do you watch the show? Who do you think the mother is?
Have a great night, and stay tuned for a new and exciting (and soft) breakfast in the morning!