Talking to Emily on the phone, I had her recap for me her infamous wisdom tooth experience. Legend says that she couldn't eat for two weeks because of the pain, and her face kept swelling and bruising the entire time until (I imagine) she looked a lot like the moon at the end of that silent Georges Melies film. You know the one.
I remember talking to her during her prolonged recovery stage and her screams of longing for solid food. What made the whole thing worse was that she was living in Edmonton at the time, where everything is worse, and where people presumably only eat giant brown steaks. No Moderne Burger milkshakes for little Emily, oh no. I suggested to her at the time that the Alberta method of tooth extraction might be to give you full anesthesia and have a cow kick you in the face until your teeth fall out. She was inclined to believe it.
On another topic entirely, my mouse is broken. The mouse and keyboard are the two oldest bits of my Franken-style mish mash (hodge podge!) of a computer system. They're actually left over from a little Hewlett Packard my parents bought for me in grade nine. The keyboard is still clacking away vivaciously, but the ball in the mouse has begun to stick whenever I move it to the right, or North. What's that about? I've investigated it (via prodding) and can't see anything stuck to the ball. I guess it's time to get a new one. Goodbye little mouse!
In closing:
Yes. Frog Style frogs are little cowboys, each upon his own colorful Rody. If I liked numbers more, you can bet I would count these to fall asleep at night. Except that it would probably get me too excited, not sleepy at all, and I would roll out of bed and down the stairs - bump, bump, bumpbumpbump! - and out the door and down the street.
3 comments:
lol, claire!
p.s. i saw that silent movie once, on t.v. it was so weird! i don't think i watched the whole thing.
Teefs hurt. You didn't mention that I drove in the Jetta, which handles like a tasty groove.
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