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la_rainetteAm having a back tooth pulled this afternoon. Am hesitating between going to the torture chamber without a peep to show the girls How to Do It With Dignity, bawling and calling for my mum (conveniently located somewhere on the polar circle in Russia right now), or hanging myself beforehand. As things are, might settle for biting the dentist.
On the croissant front, things are looking up: I made the second batch today. The first batch had lost most of its butter to the table and Tadpole's greedy little fingers, but the second batch was mmmmmmm. Just right. Proving once more that the recipe says 48 hours for as reason. They were fabulous this time. Fabulous. As much as I can tell, because I had to fight the tadpoles off with a stick to get a croissant (and since I am a loving mum, I lost, so I got only half of the smallest, divine croissant. Damn.)
Uneventful T-ball evening. Tadpole was off to father's day BBQ at her school. I had forgotten to bring a bottle of water and it was very hot, so Froglet kept complaining, annd I watched out for the arrival of the ice-cream truck. The second I saw the colourful van pull in, I jumped.
I crossed the distance until I was close enough to make out what was written on the side of the truck. "José Plumbing and Repairs", it said.
Bugger. It's time to get a new prescription for my contacts.
ohgodohgod time to go and I'm SO BLOODY SCARED!
On the croissant front, things are looking up: I made the second batch today. The first batch had lost most of its butter to the table and Tadpole's greedy little fingers, but the second batch was mmmmmmm. Just right. Proving once more that the recipe says 48 hours for as reason. They were fabulous this time. Fabulous. As much as I can tell, because I had to fight the tadpoles off with a stick to get a croissant (and since I am a loving mum, I lost, so I got only half of the smallest, divine croissant. Damn.)
Uneventful T-ball evening. Tadpole was off to father's day BBQ at her school. I had forgotten to bring a bottle of water and it was very hot, so Froglet kept complaining, annd I watched out for the arrival of the ice-cream truck. The second I saw the colourful van pull in, I jumped.
I crossed the distance until I was close enough to make out what was written on the side of the truck. "José Plumbing and Repairs", it said.
Bugger. It's time to get a new prescription for my contacts.
ohgodohgod time to go and I'm SO BLOODY SCARED!
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Date: 2004-06-10 05:07 pm (UTC)*massive hugs* *bites dentist for you*
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Date: 2004-06-10 07:38 pm (UTC)"Having smote the Beast of Anxiety (twice because, you know, that thing never does stay down), our Heroine returns in Glory to Much Sympathy (in the form of chocolate and romance novels in bed, one hopes) and resolves not to be Frightened of this Measly Event ever again.
-Rated PG-13 for strong before-the-novocaine-took-effect language and inappropriate I'm-wishing-this-for-my-dentist-in-my-head-voiceover situations."
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Date: 2004-06-12 03:02 pm (UTC)in painnot quite well yet.Triumphant and toothless. That's me. :D
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Date: 2004-06-12 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-12 02:59 pm (UTC)