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Going to the dentist is not fun. Revolutionary thought, I know. But I went this morning to have a filling replaced, and my left eye did not close all the way when I blinked for hours upon hours. I only had half a smile. I could only flare one nostril. It was disconcerting. And I hate how your lips get so dry when they're hovering in your face and drilling but you can't lick your lips because (a) your tongue might get severed upon sneaking out for the lick and (b) your lips are coated with that foul-tasting tooth dust. Unpleasant all-around is all I'm saying. Also: don't look at yourself in the mirror at the dentist's office unless you want to regard your sallow facial flesh in the harshest and most unforgivable light on the planet. I would like to know how normal working people are supposed to mow their lawns when there is a cataclysmic thunderstorm every afternoon that soaks the grass and makes it grow another six inches per hour. I want to mow my backyard every day when I get home from work, but it's usually storming or a storm has just passed, so it's impossible. I fear trying to push the lawnmower through it at its current height. I can't even think about it. I've been having a hard time snapping out of a brain fog this week, and I think it's mostly because I've fallen off the running wagon and really need to refocus my body and mind on the gym regimen. Not that it was so strict or hardcore, but it was good for me to be in that routine and to keep up with the running program. Now I feel spacey and so fatigued I can scarcely motivate to do much of anything at all but eat white chocolate Twix bars (some more), watch Days of Our Lives (Stephanie is grossly miscast, I'm sorry; Mimi is undefendable, as if she can be upset about anything Belle and Shawn are doing when she knows that he is the father of Claire and has uttered nary a peep about it; my sister has just started watching after about twenty years and cannot grasp the concept that Bonnie Lockhart is being played by Adrienne Johnson Kiriakis; E.J. is the best thing this show's got going other than the return of Steve and Kayla but they'd better figure out what to do with him quick; and speaking of, they'd BETTER figure out what to do with the BEST COUPLE ever to grace daytime television or I will be spitting mad), and complain to people about how my dentist's appointment made me feel like my eyesocket was melting for hours on end. This is my new favorite blog. At the end of our trip, on our way back to civilization, we stopped in Estes Park for coffee. Well, the men stopped for coffee, and I stopped for the beautiful pristine toilet in Starbucks. I was so excited to void my bladder in a non-squatting position that I flung the car door open with such gusto that it left a garish paint mark and a little dent in the door of the car beside ours. After coming from the wilderness, I was feeling so natural and so driven to be honest with myself, the earth, and all of humankind that I left a little note on the windshield apologizing, offering to pay for damages, and leaving my name and number. I never heard anything until tonight, when a woman named Ramona called me to thank me for the note, tell me it was the nicest thing she'd ever seen, assuring me that her husband could fix the car door, asking me how I liked Colorado, and expressing that she hopes others in life will treat me with the kindness I offered them. Ramona is obviously a class act, much like Ramona Quimby, and I feel very cleansed and satisfied by the peaceful resolution of the situation. Tonight, as my sister and I washed dishes and sang a little Bye Bye Birdie, she commented, "You know a movie is great if it's great even though it's got Hugo in it. Actually, the same is true of West Side Story and Tony." Truer words were never spoken. And this is why I love it when my sister is in town. We understand each other. We don't have to over-explain anything. It all just makes sense. Never will it make sense that Kim loved Hugo and Maria loved Tony, but at least she makes sense to me.
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