For a day that started with a dentist visit, this one's turning out pretty cool...
Dentist's office went okay.
Gross, but okay.
Once he got the form outta my mouth, I said, "Dude. Uck. I think caulk would taste better'n that stuff." He giggled.
He left the room.
He came back with, I SWEAR TO GOD, a tiny caulk gun with more gook in it and did an outside impression of my bite to line shit up right.
Whatever that thing is called in the dental world, it worked EXACTLY like a caulk gun. And, this was all after what I saw when I first walked in... A small can of butane fuel and a burner of some kind. Had me wonderin' just what in thee HELL was gonna go on today, fer Chris'sakes.
Ya know? Turns out that was to heat and shape the impression tray. Thank Gawd. Anyway, I get done there (next step is he calls me when the partial is in) and come home.
Get outta street clothes, into flannel jammies. George comes home fulla piss and vinegar, apparently, because he hollers to me in the bathroom to hurry up and get changed back into street clothes and we'll go get a tree. Okay. So, we did.
A huge fat Douglas Fir.
$25.00. We've got it all trimmed, branches wise, and stuck in the tree-stand.
We're not gonna untie it til Sr. is here to see it unfold.
Meanwhile, George is leading him to believe it's a short, skinny little thing. Tell ya what...
When that cord gets cut, it's gonna spring open like Clark Griswold's tree did. Gonna be cool to see the look on Sr.'s face when it does, too.... Also, early this morning, because he wears so many layers of clothes, Sr. managed to make the zipper on his new coveralls split open.
When I saw that zipper, I saw red.
Not at him, at the damned zipper, after what the last pair put me through. He said it was his fault because of all the clothes, but still... After the dentist's office, I did indeed remember to go get horse feed.
And, while I was at Agway, I noticed a sale.
A sale on Carhartt coats. *grin* I got him a $99, blanket lined, "ranch coat" style Carhartt coat for $70.
Got him the corresponding hood for $20. I figured if he has a good, warm coat, he won't need 100 lbs. of clothes under his bibs.
Plus, I was gonna get him this for Christmas anyway, so what's the point in makin' 'im freeze his boys for another eighteen days?
It's finally decided to go on and get cold.
So, now he's ready for it.
In fact, he called me after he'd gone back out after lunch wearing the new coat and said it was almost too warm... Better too warm and you can take something off than too cold and yer wearin' so much shit you can't bend yer arms. Now, if he'd just get done out there and come in here so we can cut this tree open.... Peace
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They have special dental science peoples coming up with new and nasty tastes for that stuff.
I'll tell ya, one thing I do have trouble finding here in Gotham: Good solid warm work clothes.
I'll tell ya, one thing I do have trouble finding here in Gotham: Good solid warm work clothes.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at December 07, 2006 09:45 PM (irwyS)
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I think caulk would taste better'n that stuff.
I don't think you were giggling for the same reason he was, if that's what you said.
I don't think you were giggling for the same reason he was, if that's what you said.
Posted by: Light & Dark at December 08, 2006 02:47 AM (M9GWX)
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