Tuesday fail.

Today's just been one fail after another. Nonstop fail. Constant fail. I rolled my office chair over my own foot. I broke a nail so bad I yelled "FUCK!" right in front of the Padre. The Padre ordered the last bowl of soup. My necklace got caught in a binder ring and when I got up, the binder dragged every.thing. on my desk to the floor.

I come home, nuke a piece of pizza and as I sit down, I think : Man, I'm glad this shit day is over!

I promptly proceed to cut my finger with the knife. I went upstairs, drowned it in Bactine and applied Polysporin. Then, my internal conversation went something like this :

"Oh crap! I should have taken out the band-aid first."
... ... ...
*band-aid #1 falls in toilet*
"Dammit!"
... ... ... ...
*band-aid #2 falls in toilet*
"DAMMIT!"
...
*close lid*
... ...
*apply band-aid*
"HURRAY!"
*slam drawer on knee*
...
*whimper*

Did I mention I broke a tooth?

Earlier this week, Js and I went out for some Vietnamese deliciousness as part of our mental prep for our month-of-no-eating-out starting January 4th. Wish us luck!

So, about my tooth. I was munching away quietly on some rice vermicelli, of all things, when I felt a little *tik* in my mouth. The filling I got when I was like 10 years old that I thought was starting to feel gritty was apparently a cavity. It somehow took hold of about a forth of my tooth and well... now I'm left with only 3/4.

It didn't really hurt but it sure felt weird. I can brush my teeth normally but I'm being careful and I rinse as often as I can. I have to call the dentist tomorrow and see. I wanted to call them earlier but with my recent super-bug flu, I figured it was kind of bad timing. I would have found plenty of creative uses for their little doo-dad that sucks up spit. Ew.

I hate going to the dentist... which is (I know... I know...) the reason for my current state. There really is no reason for me to skip the regular visits since we get some great benefits but... owwwie!

So sickly.

Last week, while I was in Ontario, Js claimed he got food poisoning from some bad pesto. He was intensely sick for two days and was still a bit shaky when I got home like five days later.

Let me tell you, it was not bad pesto.
It was the flu because now I'm the one who's violently ill with a bad case of the flu.

Now, these wise words from my loving husband echo in my head :"Well, if you have what I had last week... let me tell you one thing : It's gunna suck."