Sheeeeweeeee! Lordy have mercy. My son had an airsoft war with about 10 of his fellow home schooled friends plus a cousin who is not home schooled. It was a hoot. It sounded like mini warfare. Machine guns blazing and commands being yelled back and forth. Then there was the ocassional "hey, I hit you" rebutted by "no, you missed" and so forth. The rains came an went and came back again. The door needs new hinges. Nice mud spots at the front door. Glad my wife is going to take care of that. Anyways, the new Wii system is a hit. Makes me break a sweat and then tells everyone I am 52 years old according to my initial performance. Of course I had no idea what I was doing. Second go around I was suddenly 30 yrs old. The thing also says I am borderline obese. I'll admit I am a little heavier than I'd like to be but no one ever thinks I am fat. Not even close. Oh well, that would never make me cry. The boys kept me up kinda late. I considered getting teary eyed at about 1am and they were still cranking out the laughter. Soon after that I made them shut'er down. Being that tired couldn't make me cry either.
I laid down in the trundle bed in the little boys room. My bed was occupied by the wife and the two littlest of my kids. The big boys slept camping style in the den. So, I lucked out and got the most comfy bed in the house. I was really burning up the Zs with pleasant dreams and what not. I am not sure what happened with all the euphoric sleep business. About 4:30am I got the urge to visit the lavatory and realized that I was about to die. I was well on my way to cringing and crying through what should have been a mid morning exercise in relief. Some how I had cracked a big tooth on the bottom right side of my jaws. OMG....I kept it together for a while by a routine of ice cubes, excedrine migraine, and changing positions. By about 6:30 this morning I was getting ready to let it go.....asked the wife where's anything to help....but nothing more. I was dog tired and the kiddos were starting to move again. Here comes the tears, almost. As my luck goes.....I hate to say providence in this case......this kind of thing ALWAYS and forever happens on a Friday night into a Saturday morning. I can't go to a dentist around here. By this time I can barely hold it back. Clambering my hands on my head thinking about an emergency room visit where a doc can tell me there is nothing he can do because it is a dental situation, and oh btw, here is a $400 bill. It would've been worth it and those saps know it. ugh I found some amoxicillin pills left over from my girl having an ear infection a while back. Two of those and a couple hours later I could tell there was a slight downward trend in the pain category. Then My father was in town and he obliged to bring something from the store. He brings this stuff that looks right out of the hospital. Complete with mini cotton balls and tweezers to dip them into some serious business in the form of a liquid. Then you place it on the tooth that hurts like a murderous terrorist. That stuff is no joke. Where is the guy that came up with that......he needs a good ole handshake. And thanks dad....you da man! It did say not to let any of the liquid get on anything else and you can bet I did let it. Lit my lower lip on fire, but I'd do that ten times over.
After all that I realized I didn't shed a tear! SO HA! You thought I cried. I takes a good movie to do that. Not some silly old near death tooth pain. You need to grow up.
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