Happy Birthday Kevin

Today is my husband's birthday.  Poor guy.  We've been married for 12 years, and I can count on one hand the number of good birthday's he's had.  For two of them, I was quite large, expecting one or the other of his children.  Once, I had surgery, and was trying to heal.  Once, he had his shoulder in a sling, post-surgery, and another time, he was on crutches, post-surgery.

This year, I was going to try real hard to make it a good one.  I took a couple of vacation days, even.  Well, I have been needing some MAJOR dental work for a few years.  I had to get an appointment on a Friday, so I could heal up before going back to work, where I talk on the phone all day.  Yup, you guessed it.  It happened yesterday.

I knew that there were 4 teeth that needed to come out, due to breakage, etc. and I planned to get 2 pulled, then later go back for the other 2, then start the rebuilding process.  When I got there, the consensus was that I may as well do all 4, and get it over with.  When the surgeon looked, he said, "why not all 5?"  FIVE???  I guess I had one lonely wisdom tooth in there, and it needed to go, too. 

Yes, folks, I had 5 teeth cut out yesterday.  Happy Birthday to Kevin!  Thankfully, Russ drew him his own (very appropriate) pear cartoon, which made his day start off with a bang.  I don't hurt too bad, so I'm going to try to do all I can today, and let him take it easy.  The girls will help me.

If we aren't successful, we will reschedule his birthday for another date.  We were trying to avoid that, but sheesh, the guy's gotta celebrate, right?