A little light relief… Happy Friday!…
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…
This is the cat I belong to. Her name is CJ and if ever a pet deserved their own blog post, it’s her. Her mother was the first cat to tolerate my presence, and her name was Cappuccino. This was another nod to my love of coffee. And the fact that her markings were like that of a capuchin monkey. Cappuccino Junior has the same markings, only in gray, with an extra splotch on her shoulders. CJ likes…
