20060828 Still Gapless

20060828 Still Gapless

Nope, not yet! No tooth fairy visit yet. But that tooth holds on by the BAREST of threads! It rocks back and forth like a rocking chair, and none of us can figure out how it's still attached, but attached it is. Every few hours someone calls "Tooth check!", we watch it imitate a vertical swinging door, but it stubbornly refuses to exit stage left.

Saturday Talesia asked so very nicely to go to Chuck E. Cheese that no living person could withstand the onslaught of cuteness, so away we went. In reality, Talesia hides the fact that she's the local skeeball shark. When she thought we weren't looking, she hit the 40K twice, the 50K 3 times, and the 100K (the one in the upper corners) 3 times! Better than I've ever done, that's for sure.

Galveston has been calling my name, and Lynn offered me a chance to go solo so I could enjoy the time by myself, doing whatever I wanted. Unfortunately, the rain had other ideas. Maybe some other time.

Fence sections lie dormant on the back porch, awaiting my time and when I can kidnap someone else to help a bit. Perhaps this coming weekend I will abduct some unsuspecting victim... I mean ask some well-meaning friend to help. ;-)

Lynn's time among the cyborgs ends today, when the nurse removes the last of his implants (the IV). He still wants to use the injury to escape wrath when he waves at people with that hand, but in truth his finger's flexibility is coming along rather well after his constant self-torture of bending it at every possible opportunity. I suspect a full recovery awaits him, but he may decide to keep a copy of the surgery order to show cops, just in case.