The tooth saga.

Here is a shot at the back of my hair that Don took last night. I nearly always pin the bottom half of it under, but I left it last night, so I thought it was a good time to take a picture. When Don’s sister got to Lawrence, she wanted to see the back of my hair because she said, “We always see it from the front on the blog and I wondered what it looks like in the back.” Soon I’ll ask him to take one of the back with it pinned under like I usually wear it, but this one shows what a year of no haircuts can do for a head of hair. The last time it was cut was when Gretta cut it for me in Pigeon Forge last June around the middle of the month. I didn’t roll it last night; I hardly ever do anymore. Those curls seem to be here for the duration?

The night before last Don broke off a piece of one of his teeth. The dentist couldn’t see him yesterday, but he had a cancellation today, so he is now sporting a temporary crown. He’ll have the real crown put on when we get home from Hawaii. I guess it’s good that it happened here. It cost more to have his tooth fixed than his ticket to Hawaii cost! It’s amazing how when we need work done on a tooth, we just do it. When we have an opportunity to spend that kind of money for most anything else we really have to think about it. It’s a wonder we have any left to go to Hawaii after all we’ve spent on surviving breast cancer. We figure it’s all worth it and we’re glad to spend the money while it will buy something.

Anyway, today we’ve skipped lunch and he’s ready for dinner to be ready right quick. I’ll go get with the program, as my daddy would say, or ‘get this show on the road.’ It’s fun to have sweet memories.