I Want to Be a Dentist

For the first time in something like 6 years, I had to get a filling at the dentist. My old silver fillings are starting to break down, and they had to replace it with this new-fangled ceramic something or other. Ah, the joys of the entire bottom left half of your jaw being numb! It’s been a long time since I felt that. The dentist was quick and efficient, and I was out of there in 45 minutes. My jaw is sore this morning, but the sensitivity where I was losing the filling is definitely better.
No better time to remind you that the holiday classic “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” is airing on CBS this Friday night at 8pm co-starring Hermey the gay dentist elf.
Funny Christmas gift story. We’ve already had our share of snafus (Lisa ordered the wrong size of one gift, we’re getting lots of clothes for Evan that are going to be too small very soon. Note to gifters: we’ve got plenty of 3 month stuff. Send 6 month stuff please!), but this one from Target takes the cake. Lisa wanted to order a gift for her dad. Target has said gift, and it will ship in “2-6 weeks.” We went ahead and ordered it before Thanksgiving, hoping it would be more on the side of 2 than 6 weeks. Then I get an email saying the expected delivery date is January 29, 2007. That’s 10 weeks punks! I go to try to cancel the order but am told that I can’t because “We are preparing these items for shipment.” Well then, why isn’t it going to be here for another 9 weeks? I fire off an email and the unhelpful response that “your order is still
stuck in our system. Right now I can’t get at the order either to ship it or cancel it.” And lo, 4 hours later, I get another email saying that the gift has now been shipped! Coincidence? I think not. At least it looks like Bumpa will be getting his gift on time.
Oh, and thanks to whoever (my dad has since come forward as the mystery gifter) got me the Bob Carpenter Baseball Scorebook. (Side note: Bob will be back as the Nationals TV announcer next year, but “Wimpy” Tom Paciorek is out. Sources point to former Cubs color man Steve Stone as his replacement. I don’t know who is worse better.) Unfortunately for you, I was home when the mail carrier delivered the package, and the return address was right there on the envelope, which kind of spoiled the surprise. There was no identifying information inside to indicate who actually bought it for me, so that much is still a mystery at least. Thanks anyway!