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Sep 15, 2011 12:47PM

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I had no trouble when they pulled mine. I thought it was going to be a nightmare, but they were out before I knew it. They also gave me a prescription for the good painkillers :) Worst thing I remember about it is the taste of blood in my mouth which made me a little nauseous.




Right now I'm almost done with the storyline of LA Noire, though I skipped most of the street crimes. I feel a little like I should go back to them, but I know that it's better for me to finish a game and then put it aside.

I am, however, determined to eventually finish it 100%. But everyone else in my house plays video games too, so I don't get many chances to play. I'm glad you like LA Noire, it's one of the most expertly designed games I've seen in quite a while (and my husband is an obsessive gamer, so I've seen a lot!)




Poop, penis or cheese, huh? The worst thing about that statement is that it gives me a mental image of all three at once. Eeuw.

Me too Phil.

Me too Phil."
And me. When they took it out, I went home and ate a processed ham stick. It got stuck in the empty hole in my gum and for a brief time I had ham-tooth.

I've got all y'all beat!! The only thing our father ever gave my sister, brother and myself was teeth with no enamel. I had 17 (yes, 17) teeth pulled in one sitting and had a set of temporary dentures slapped on my raw, bloody gums within 30 minutes. Eating? HA, I say. HA!
I did promise Larry I would post a picture of my newly painted kitchen(ages ago). Here it is.

Thanks LG. The photo here turned out a lot darker then it was in reality.
Things like that seem to happen here. No wonder we are a bit loopy.

Whazzat? Did Gail's water break?
Phil wrote: "Whazzat? Did Gail's water break?"
Now that would be a very big surprise.
Now that would be a very big surprise.

Jonathan the timber is Tasmanian Oak.

Well I wasn't going to post a picture of an untidy kitchen. :)
I shouldn't even be allowed in a kitchen. Honestly. I don't know what it is about me, but apparently I'm just a slob. I just sent tomato sauce flying across a counter, the floor, and my pants.


It might be easier to just install a drain in the floor.



Last year my mom ran over herself.
She was a couple miles from home and a paper blew out of her window. She pulled up next to it and, instead of putting the car in park, she simply put her foot on the brake and opened the door to lean out and pick up the paper. Leaning a little too far, she fell from the car, which then rolled over her and continued down the road. She popped up and chased it down, bruised but not broken, and totally embarrassed.