Thanks so much for your ideas about expressing gratitude to Oopiderf and my Mom for their ongoing kindness. An opportunity to send them to see West Side Story at a local opera house has come up, so that’s how we are thanking them. Let’s hope this time Tony and Maria live happily ever after.
I am so glad I asked about “internet” vs “internets” because my assumption was all wrong. I thought it was a European or Downunder or sophistication thing, calling the interwebs plural. I had no idea the plurality could be traced back to our Communicator-in-Chief.
Thanks for clarificating.
We are visiting my in-laws. Earlier today, I was on a train platform to go in to the city to meet Niobe. My cell phone rings and it’s my mother-in-law. Tessa has re-broken her tooth. My first thought isn’t “poor Tessa” or “poor MIL.” It’s “damn it. I want to meet Niobe!”
After I cancel the plans and call my sister-in-law back to the train station, I realize that there is probably no crisis, since the tooth has no nerve. But I’m not sure what needs to be done and I don’t want to leave the mess in the hands of my husband’s mother. So as my SIL drives us to the restaurant, I start madly googling local pediatric dentists on my Treo and calling them. Every single one is on vacation for the month of July.
SIL and I reunite with Tessa and MIL. SIL finds the tooth fragment on the floor, which fell out while Tessa was eating, and fortunately wasn’t swallowed. Tessa complains that the resulting ridge is sharp. On the way home, SIL, on a whim, turns in to the parking lot of a dental office. I run in and exasperatedly tell my story. The angel at the desk says, “Come on in! The dentist was just about to leave.”
The very nice dentist and his angelic assistant offer to file down Tessa’s sharp ridge in her already dead tooth. Tessa once again has her Stubborn on, and begins to freak out. We four girls had just had pedicures, so we all explain to her that it’s just like having your nails filed.
I am mortified. I cannot think of a way to make “You look like the Grinch” sound like a good thing. So after I pay the bill and scoot everyone out the door, I avert my eyes and walk out mumbling my thanks.
This tooth seems to be the bane of my existence.
I have new plans to see Niobe tomorrow. Cross yer fingers.