That would be “no”
So I was at the dentist this morning, with the log cabin blanket, which I guess we can rename “Current Constant Companion” or C Cubed. Haha, I like that, C Cubed. In fact, that may be my name, now and forever, for the current project.
“Let me get my C Cubed and I’ll be right there.”
“Where is my C Cubed?”
Oh, I slay myself. Of course, this will only work for projects that can go with me. But anyway. And while I am digressing, click over to Midlife Musings to find out how and why my mouth is worth more than So. At the dentist. And he says, “Can you get one of those made for me before your next visit?” (That’s a month or so). Bwahahahahahaha. Not for all the gold ringsin Solomon’s mines, dear sir. That would be “no”.
















Maybe you could barter like in the ole days. Only 20 years ago, one of Daddy’s doctors that lived in Raleigh would take fresh vegetable for his payment. Not by the bushel either, just enough for a meal or two.