So, the Big City Wide Yard Sale just happened to interfere with a previously (like say, 8 months ago) scheduled dentist appointment. Not only am I a clutter bug, I am unorganized. If I was organized I would have had the forethought to reschedule said dentist appointment. But since I am not organized or famous for well, forethought, the Yard Sale O' Ramma was laid by the wayside (my Farm Suite friend still got ride of her junk, what a
OK back to the dentist...
Fern, (You might remember this incident, from a few months back.) was the lucky recipient of a checkup at the unholy hour of 7am, some 70 miles away in town. This meant rising from my un-sleep at oh say... the butt-crack-of-dawn. (Read: If you have not experienced rising at the butt-crack-of-dawn, I suggest you give it a try at least once. It is quite liberating. And dark.)
'Who has a dentist appointment at 7am on a Saturday?' you ask. Umm, I do OK! It's the only way to get an appointment that I don't have to cart all twelve kids to the dang dentist office.
Fern and I went off to town. Fern was a little nervous, but the hygienist was quite sweet. All is well with the child's mouth EXCEPT that she is going to have to have some of her baby teeth pulled. Talk about awful. My poor daughter has been through the ringer with her teeth. But that is a much longer story than I can share right now. Just know that Fern has had a zillion dentist appointments already and she is only 9.
I think I was posting about yard sales...what happened?? What day is it?? Have I had coffee??
No yard sale for a few more weeks. Tooth drama. No coffee. Happy Monday!