The toe

Can I just start off by saying feet gross me out a little bit.  This picture makes me feel all sorts of yuck.  But I post it as proof that cleaning is hazardous to your health.

Behold!  The broken toe... casualty of an errant vacuum cleaner left abandoned on the floor in hopes that some little nocturnal elves would come calling and put it to use.  

My dog sheds her boy weight in fur everyday.  This means I have to vacuum everyday.  Sometimes twice, or her little furbleweeds will grow big enough that I fear they will morph into some sort of living thing. Like a gremlin.

All that to say; I hardly ever put away my vacuum.  There's no point.

You think that I'd learn the first time I tripped over it to either put it away, or avoid it entirely.  But it was the second trip, a mere 5 minutes later that snapped that third toe like a twig.

There are no words.  Except there are.  And although I won't type them here,  I sure did yell them.  

Don't worry, the kids were asleep.

Google is my friend

What do you do when the child-lock engages on your back door on the driver side and you are not able to close the door. And it's edging ever closer to bedtime and you have your two kids in the backseat?

You do your best with your limited knowledge and car keys.

And what do you do when you've exhausted all your knowledge and you still can't fix it?

You call your husband who is in Vegas.

And what do you do when your husband is unable to help you from the state of Nevada?

You go into the store and find the nearest warm-blooded male who looks like he might have a clue.

And what do you when he can't fix it, and visions of camping out in the parking lot start to look like a reality?

You call your husband back and ask him to google "how to fix a stuck child lock". Then rejoice and thank God for google and people who have enough time on their hands to post such quandaries to the world-wide-web-information-super-highway when he finds the answer and it works.

I love google.

Just say NO to N2O

Do you know what's worse than having to go to the dentist?

Having to go to the dentist, falling asleep in the chair, and waking up with vomit all over you. From the "it could only happen to me" file...

I was actually looking forward to having some cavities filled. The last time I went, they used the nitris on me and I swear, he could have drilled a hole in my head and I wouldn't have cared.

But this time was different. Maybe they cranked it up too high. Maybe it was the two hours of sleep I had the night before. Maybe it was the one lonely piece of toast sitting in my stomach. All I know is one minute I'm asleep, and the next I have spewed all over myself.

It was pretty miserable and I felt so bad for the dentist and hygienist that had to work with me reeking like that.

I left the dentist's office feeling awful (and in fact emitted one more technicolour yawn before I departed), and it lingered the rest of the day. Fred and I even had to cancel our long-awaited date night sans kids (my mom was in town).

So no more nitris for me. Too bad, going to the dentist was almost as good as a day at the spa.