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Surprise! (Two Kinds)

The first surprise is the good kind: the Baby Surprise Jacket. I'm done with the initial set of decreases, and am about to start on the increases.

I'm not happy with my choice of yarn. This sweater really calls for something stripey, and this yarn is variegated, not striped. Oh well, it's mostly an experiment anyway and it's awfully fun to knit. By the way, it's curly and crumpled because I'm carrying it around in my purse in case of an Unscheduled Knitting Opportunity.

Now the second kind of surprise. The bad kind. That would be going to the dentist for a simple filling and walking out two and a half hours later with the filling PLUS a temporary crown on the tooth next to it. Yee gads (oh, that was a Music Man thing that just slipped out!) Dentristy is an assault on all five senses, isn't it? Pain, bad tastes, the sound of the drilling, the smell of burnt tooth, looking at the ceiling for a couple of hours...

I went to the office and drooled while doing what simply HAD to be done, and then came home to drool in privacy.

To make matters worse, I am sensitive to the epinephrine ingredient in the novocaine (it makes my heart race) so they have to give me a different formulation that is fast-acting. What that means is that midway through the procedure the novocaine wears off, it starts hurting like hell and then they have to shoot you up again. It happened twice.

But let's change the topic. Lost last night was good but not great. My husband was finally able to watch an episode. Not as good as Twin Peaks, he claims. After it was over, our viewing preferences diverged and I opted for the Broadway special on PBS (fantastic!) with occasional peeks at the baseball game. In the bottom of the ninth, I returned to the family room to FORCE my husband to watch the historic win (he was watching Wife Swap, what a wienie.) It's an odd couple, that's for sure, when the wife has to explain the Curse of the Bambino to the husband.

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