I am not the average American woman...

Today on the morning news there was a report on shopping. I tuned in because I am a fan of that passtime.

Apparently the Average American Woman owns 19 pairs of shoes, but only wears 4 regularly.

I probably wear 19 pairs of shoes regularly, and I'm not even going to guess at how many pairs I own.

I always knew I was above average!

Cocktails for one...

Today I had my first cavity filled in my tooth...ever. I went to the dentist...not that scared. When I got in the chair I felt the need to tell the dentist that I had never really gone through this experience before...to that she says, "oh...do you want the gas?"

I had no idea what the gas was and the tech said I wanted it, so I said ok. They strapped the hose on my nose and the dentist says, "Just breathe through your nose, it'll be just like an afternoon cocktail." I figured anyone talking cocktails at 3pm in the afternoon was destined to be my friend.

Sure enough, that stuff was great. Not quite as great as a Bombay Sapphire Martini, but not at all bad. And getting my cavity filled was actually not a bad experience at all...

Three cheers for my dentist and the happy gas...but as my dear friend Laura has reminded me, you have to watch out for the gas because as we've learned from Little Shop of Horrors, if you have too much of the gas, you'll end up getting eaten by a giant plant. no thanks. (and by no thanks, I mean no thanks to the getting eaten by the plant thing...gross!)

Ugh...

It's 10:12pm and I'm sweating. Gross.

I refuse to turn on the air though because overnight the temperature is supposed to get down to the mid sixties and I'm protesting my high electric bills.