I was very stressed yesterday, and needed some time to decompress. I was too upset to even enjoy Ghosthunters; it's pretty bad if I can't even enjoy watching Jason, he is my current celebrity crush (yes, I know he's married, yes I know I have a boyfriend, I can still drool). And it's been a while since I just walked the neighborhood. So when I got home, I took Robbie for a nice long stroll.
I have to admit, it was probably the nicest walk I have been on for a while. My sweet little guy walked so nicely, and didn't even try to growl at anyone, not even the dogs in the yards we passed. Though, there was one beagle who was flippin out, and he looked at her like, "Don't worry about me coming in your yard, I've romanced the most beautiful dogs in Europe, I am not messing with some loudmouth in a side yard." He kept turning to look at me with this loving look in his eyes as if his chief bliss in the world was to walk next to his mummy and show her off to the whole world. When we got back to the house, he didn't want to go inside. He wanted to roll in the front yard (I must be a parent, because I looked at him rolling and wondered how many fleas he was picking up, LOL).He looked so sweet there in the grass, happy to be with me and his grammy.
But I couldn't sit to stitch. I started the Britty Kitty ornament from JCS Halloween issue for my exchange partner yesterday morning, but I couldn't force myself to sit and do it. So I went and read for a while.
Today was what was supposed to be my final dental appointment. Note I said supposed. It wasn't. That is in 3 weeks. The permanent teeth were not right. My dentist wasn't happy with the color. I am not pleased with the shape. Apparently the lab mistook my directions of, "No Chiclet teeth" to mean, "No, Chiclet teeth" because these teeth are horrendous. I realize that there are way worse problems going on in the world right now than the fact that the lab made me teeth that are fit for a horse, but . . . I was so upset. The dentist said, "Of course they're not your teeth, but if you liked your teeth, you wouldn't have had this done." Which is fine, and true, except . . . I haven't been through all this to end up with Mr. Ed's teeth. SO said you couldn't tell from the photo I sent him, but I know. I've seen enough celebrities and makeover shows to know these aren't right. My dentist is going to try to make them more "feminine"--didn't the lab see I had cute little teeth from the original molds? But all I can say is this, nothing is being cemented in my head, not at $3600, not at $1500, not for free, that I am not happy with. I am putting my flip-flop clad foot down about this. This was my dream, and it's not gonna be wrecked and it won't be a nightmare. I am NOT HAVING IT.
So, of course, I have a headache. Right behind my right eye. I did stitch at lunch, because my personal breakdown shouldn't mean my partner gets screwed for the Hallofall exchange. And the due date is on the 1st, and this is over 1 with hand-dyed floss, which makes it slow going. I'll get it done. I have his front paws done, and almost all of his head. He looks so cute.