- I had my first root canal this week. If you've seen / messaged / called me since, I've probably already told you...because...I keep telling people about how I've had a root canal. In good news: it wasn't as bad as I imagined it was going to be. It was still super-un-fun. It's like someone is pulling charged spaghetti noodles out of your gum and jaw (at about the equivalent strength of tonguing a 9-volt battery)...over and over...surprise...another! So much flinching. I did listen to Anne of Green Gables for three hours. That was a plus.
- Someone crashed into our vehicle, Shadow, and then drove away. Our bumper was hanging off. I highly recommend you check what your excess is for your insurance on hit and runs -- just so your jaw doesn't dislocate if it happens to you. It still amazes me that after more than a decade of no claims (zero ever) we still need to pay hundreds of dollars to repair something we didn't do to our vehicle. I may have launched a medium-to-large scale investigation into the perp. You know by me abbreviating it thus that it tipped more towards large on that scale.
- Adding insult to injury, the panel beater was unable to do work on Shadow for weeks ("parts," ra ra ra). For weeks I drove around with a scar suggesting I didn't know how to reverse. Oh, my pride. Then when they were ready to do the work, they lent us a four-wheel scooter they called a courtesy vehicle; *insult onslaught.* I call it Puggle. The thing cannot conquer High St in the rain. Really. The wheels just spin. Other road users honked while I spun on the spot in Puggle, mentally cursing the Hit-and-Runner of weeks gone by. It wasn't pretty. Also: I wish my vanity was above it, but alas...whenever I dismounted Puggle I wanted to shout, "Courtesy car! I did not choose this." I weighed up printing a set of signs for the windows.
- I have devoured everything I've ever read by Maggie Stiefvater. I had been saving The Raven Cycle for this month so there'd be no delays in reading the fourth installment -- one of the benefits of joining the party late is not waiting for all courses to be served! But ah!...even though I liked the first book okay, I'm finding the second a little bit of a drag. It could be me. I hope it is...that when I pick it up next it'll be magically easier to get stuck in; five notches more desirable.
- Barbecue-flavoured Shapes are one of my favourite snack foods. Well, they were. Until they launched their "new and improved flavour" this week. They ruined them, guys. Yes, I let them know. I did it nicely, but they had to know. If enough people agree maybe they'll rethink this crazy decision. Why did they mess with perfection? Seriously!? This is where I drop a link to their feedback page. Feel free to join the cause.
Book Review :: Wing Jones
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