It happens in threes right?
First up, lost a diamond in my anniversary band. It’s somewhere at the Y. This is one time I’m glad I didn’t follow Dave Ramsey’s advice. We purchased a warranty and I’m so glad we did!
Second, broke a molar. A big one. One that is going to require a root canal and crown. Oh goody, can’t wait for these dental bills to hit! (and I will be requesting laughing gas, heavy Novocaine and sedation if they will give it to me.)
Third, lost a shoe. One of Desta’s favorite shoes to be exact.
Here’s hoping tomorrow the threes come in good ways. I don’t like these threes at all!
I was born in Jos, Nigeria many years ago. I spent the next nineteen years living in Liberia, Kenya and Ethiopia.
good grief! what a crappy way to start your week. need me to watch desta while you get your tooth fixed???