Thursday July 31st

Thursday July 31

This was a really chill day, we just hung out watching Jane Austen movies all day and tidying up Uthe condo. We got a package of clothes from Aunt AJ (thank you!!) that was really adorable; he needs another week or two to fit into the clothes, though. Grandma Janet pulled out her nail polish and we all gave each other pedicures while quoting Ms. Elizabeth Bennett and Maryanne Dashwood. I am excited to announce that my feet are finally reducing back to their normal size; the horrible cankles are becoming a thing of the past. WOOHOO! Paul said he hopes that Sam’s sexuality isn’t permanently damaged from being subjected to all of the chick flicks. I said that he’ll be a ladykiller all the more for being able to appreciate good literature.

The most hilariously awful thing happened while we were eating lunch, though; I bit into my perfectly soft ham & cheese sandwich, and the retainer on my fake teeth cracked in half!! I looked down in horror to see my four front pearly whites embedded in the bread while the rest of the retainer remained in my mouth. Of course my mom and little sister immediately burst into hysterical laughter while at the same time trying to assure me that they were really sorry that it’d happened and concerned that I would be able to fix the teeth immediately. Yeah, right.

I called my dentist in Utah to see if there was any kind of quick fix for the retainer, and the receptionist (who, I’ll grant you, has been in my ward my whole life and knows me well) was laughing so hard at my “accent” that she couldn’t even talk to me. She had to wheeze out half-sentences, laugh, then wheeze out the rest of it. Unfortunately, there was no quick fix for it; I’d have to pray that I could find a dentist with a lab on-site so they could repair things faster than sending the teeth away to a lab. I got lucky and found one, but they couldn’t get me in until the next day so I was toothless for the whole rest of the day. For once I was glad that my son can’t see me properly; poor guy would’ve been scared to death of his hillbilly mom.

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