supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (sp?)

The dentist office phoned to make sure we'd be there at the right time on Friday. I assured them we would. Then they phoned back - an 'oopsie' at the hospital. Thing 2 is scheduled for next Friday. Again. Perhaps it is for the best. Although having to phone a friend and admit my next available Friday for a play date was the 18th of November. Highly embarrassing. Made me sound like some snobbish socialite. The more accurate description, of course, is frazzled writer, mother, wife. Given my friend's good nature, she laughed. Nobody likes to be ill. But sometimes...