Well, he made it. Fletcher did great at his dental appointment and came out with some fabulous pearly whites!
(That is my thumb AND my sore. I always get blisters when I kayak….I need to get some yakin’ gloves.)
My mister loves to read over my shoulder as I’m writing to you and he was less than thrilled by the picture I’ve posted of Fletcher’s teeth. He said “hey, what if I did that to you??”
…..and then he did….
I told him that picture didn’t work out so well. He told me it didn’t work out so well for Fletcher, either….I suppose he’s got a point.
This Scram experience has been so very enlightening. Not only have I learned a TON about myself, I have really learned a lot about other people. I have kept my Scram my secret, hidden under my pant leg, from most of my work peeps. I have chosen to tell a select few about this secret. You never know how someone is going to respond. I have found that everyone has a story.
On a couple of instances, when I have shared my secret hiding under my pant leg with someone, they in turn share with me a skeleton that lives in their closet. Not because I ask them to, but it just comes out. It is funny how when someone finds out that you have flaws and have made mistakes, they trade war stories with you, and there is instantly a certain comradery that is felt. It’s kind of cool! I have traded war stories and learned lots about people, thanks to Scrammy. No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. We all have demons.
I’m enjoying life without hangovers. I woke up in the middle of the night with an upset tummy. That really makes me think of being hung over and how I don’t miss it one bit. I think of the times that I felt so sick, I didn’t know whether to kneel in front of my porcelain friend or sit upon it. Such a nasty feeling!
…..if only it was THIS much fun the next day!