And so, I just got my assignment for NYC Midnight’s Short Story Challenge. And we have: Comedy. Cooking Show. Paramedic. Apparently. I’ve been waiting impatiently for these writing orders. Our internet connection is rather slow up here. And then there’s that annoying time-zone issue, so the assignments were out a bunch of hours before I made Neil read mine. I make him read my important stuff first, because husbands have all the power, I really am a giant wuss. About…
By the time I was 17, I’d had five years of braces, all four wisdom teeth taken out and two root canals, which were the result of my over-zealous orthodontist and his too-tight braces. Anyway. Like lifts, if I were afraid of dentists, I’d be screwed. I’m not afraid of them. Even with all my previous ‘work’, I hadn’t had a regular old lay-off-the sugar-please cavity, until my new dentist found two last month. I know the difference between good…
