"It's any wonder with all this runnin' around & weddin' nonsense"

Last nite, I was thinking of something to write in the blog. It was very witty. But alas, I fell asleep and didn't make a note of it and its vanished into the ether. Therefore, you must read the following boring drivel instead, poor you.

First off, my mouth is FUCKING killing me, and no -- its not because I talk too damn much, thanks. I can sympathize w/the girls and what they've gone through teething...because tooth pain drives me fucking insane. I want to be flip and say "oh POO. If I can get through childbirth, this is nothing". So much for being flip. The pain comes in waves and I have to remind myself to breathe normally. I went to the dentist today (even though I have no dental, thanks to DH's SHIT-ASS insurance) and had x-rays. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nunca. The Dr. says that while (1) I am in desperate need of a cleaning (thanks) (2) there is nothing wrong with my tooth. He thinks its (a) a micro-fracture that isn't turning up on the x-ray (in which case I need to tough it out till it shatters), (b) a nerve problem (meaning root canal, and I'd rather drink pee), or (c) my sinuses are pressing on my roots due to a sinus infection. So now I have to go to my regular Dr tomorrow.

My dentist is in the city. I know, I know -- you're saying "Jeez, go to a dentist on S.I.". Well, I like this guy, and he caters to the fact that I'm an absolute CHILD when it comes to dental work. Yes, I have cried in a dentist's chair, I don't mind telling you. I am close to phobic. Anyway, I had to go into the city w/DH this morning. It was very ODD being in NYC again. I've completely lost my urban warrior, I felt so out of place -- I almost wanted to get out of the way of all the folks who were stomping off with someplace (certainly) important to go. I couldn't wait to get back home to my babies. So I'll continue eating Motrin like Tic Tacs which just about takes the edge off my staggering pain.

Speaking of Doctors, the girls went to see the revered Dr. K yesterday. Here are the vitals that you all want to know:

Baby S is now 27 1/2in, and weighs 15 lb 13 oz. We're cooking her for Thanksgiving.
Baby D is now 25 in and weighs 13 lb 15 oz.
They both got shots yesterday. We're going to go to the mall on Monday to see SANTA! I'm looking forward to it like root canal (see above).

Finally, I have a wedding to go to on Saturday. This is going to be a guido wedding if I've ever seen one. I can't stand this girl. She's just so...annoying. She's marrying a friend of DH who is the sweetest guy, but allows this woman to completely navigate the relationship. I mean, grow some balls already. This woman told him that if he was going to propose, her diamond couldn't be smaller than the ones her sister got. That comment alone would have called it all off for me. But he plodded along nonetheless, because he's 35, divorced, and just wants someone in his life. DH is a reader, so he has the rehearsal dinner tonite. I'm staying home, and saving up all my phony for Saturday. I'm not going to the church either - DH is annoyed at that, but FUCK everyone. I have to pack my kids up and get them to my moms and then get back to the house and get myself ready because the whole contingency is coming to MY house. The ceremony will end at 3, we don't need to leave for the hall till 5-ish, so they're all coming over. Lucky me.

Why is it that all brides think that the whole fucking world has to stop for them? lol...looking back, I'm sure I felt that way at some point...it just annoys me because I can't stand this bitch, to the point where I'm actually happy its going to rain on her wedding day. little princess. She's a Disney freak...she's got the whole Mickey Mouse themed wedding. PUKE. The only upshot to this whole wedding is the fact that I'll be able to toss back a few cocktails and relax, and SLEEP the whole night.

OK enough bitching. Its time for more Motrin.