Root Canal

Jilda threw a crown last night. She wasn't even eating ice or popcorn. She was simply sitting there watching the weather channel and out comes the tooth. I had one to do that a few years back and they didn't even deaden my gums. They simply slapped a little airplane glue on it and I got high as a kite off the fumes. A short time later I was on my way and the tooth is has been there ever since.
Jilda went in this morning at 8:30 a.m. expecting a twenty minute visit and a buzz off the glue, but the stars didn't line up properly for her today. In fact she called me at 11 a.m. and said will you call my boss and tell him I won't be able to come in. "They can't glue it on?" I asked. "No, I've got to have a ROOT CANAL!!!! They had already blasted her up up with laughing gas and a call to "The Man" could have turned out badly so I agreed to make the call. They were understanding and agreed to fill out her time sheet.
I stopped on the way home and picked up some chicken. She tilted her head to starboard and slowly at the chicken. I left her lying on the couch where she had drifted off in a fretful sleep.
Hopefully she'll be able to sleep tonight and allow those stars to get back in line.