Simen got his front teeth bashed in Friday night. It wasn't a fight. He was at a party with friends. There were dancing. There were flailing of arms. There were fists in contact with teeth.
It would probably not have ended the evening's fun for him, if he hadn't just removed his braces. Braces are there to forcibly move teeth into their correct position. Result; teeth loosen. It takes a while after the removal of braces for the teeth to settle again.
We are optimistic he'll keep his teeth. They hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, which is a good thing, as it shows the teeth nerves' are still alive. He's using the plastic after treatment thingies that keep teeth in the right place, only taking them out when eating. He's living on pasta, soft bread and jell-o for now.
Ellen told me about her dream for when she retires. She wants to open a knitting café. A craft's store also selling coffee and simple lunch dishes. I hope she turns her dream into reality. She's the kind of person who would be able to pull this off and make it work. I would totally visit that place on a weekly basis.

Great was my joy, when hubby told me that I had been invited by his mom to a party with her and her siblings(they are nine) and if I wanted to, I could skip the Christmas party and go with them instead. MIL's one brother owns several properties and co-owns a couple of restaurants/night clubs. One of these places had been ruled bankrupt and he wanted to hold a party drinking up some of the beer that was still left in the place. Highly illegal, of course. All kinds of alarms went off in my book-keeper's mind when I heard, but figured pfft, it wasn't my problem, uncle is old enough to know what he's doing.
It turned out that not all of the nine siblings' kids thought of the legal aspect of holding this party. No. He decided to post an invitation on his fb wall. "Open party at XX's. Free beer for everyone. Let's empty the barrels!"
Naturally the party was canceled. About 15 minutes before it was supposed to have started.
Thankfully it was already too late for me to attend the work-related Christmas party.
I got to spend an entire Saturday evening knitting in front of the TV in SOLE CONTROL of the remote. Best. Thing. Happening. Evah. I watched this stupid Sci Fi action movie from A to Z, even though it wasn't particularly good, I enjoyed every little second of it. This only makes sense to those of you who are married or in a long term relationship where the spouse has vetoed the use of the remote control. For the rest, it'll just remain a mystery, so you might as well ignore this entire paragraph. You're welcome.
Ash and I share the remote fairly well. It does help that, for the most part, we like the same shows.
ReplyDeleteA knitting cafe is a brilliant idea! I really hope she's able to make this happen one day.
Hubby's argument is that I have sole control of the remote during daytime while he's at work...just that day time TV sucks the sanity right out of ya, if watching on even a semi regular basis and thus is not the same. Well, that is my argument, anyways, but I haven't quite managed to convince him it isn't.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it, though!?! I'd love to visit such a place for a coffee, a chat - obviously I'd bring whatever I was knitting on at the time - and stacking up on yarn, etc.
I haven't seen the remote for 26 years. After the man left, the younger daughter adopted it and treats it as her personal treasure. At least I command the screen content, even if I cannot seem to touch the buttons.
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