I went to the dentist today. You know it's going to be scary when they ask you if you have insurance after looking at your x-rays. Actually, the visit itself wasn't too bad, although I'm sure I'll feel differently after that root canal, especially when the Doctor told me that there'd be "symptoms" afterwards and then snickered a bit. I asked "do you prescribe anything?" and he laughed again. Anyway, the bottom line of the story is that I'll get some dental work shortly and then possibly begin a career selling prescription painkillers on the internet. Look for me in the news sometime around December 2nd! Ha ha! No, no, no. Actually he assured me it woudln't be any worse than my kidney transplant, which really wasn't all THAT bad, considering I used screaming at the nurses as a form of lamaze. I hope his hygienists aren't overly sensitive.

I've started a few new craft projects. I'm sewing Pat's Browns pajama pants into his ripped up jeans to make a pair of tailgating pants, and I have a picture somewhere of me with my entire body in one of his pants legs. I'm also knitting a red and beige striped pocket-scarf for one of my co-wokers, using a pair of aluminum size 13 needles that are slightly bent because I accidentally sat on them last night while watching Star Trek. I'm sure the scarf will turn out fine, if just slightly nerdy looking. Then I begin a scary project...my first pair of wool socks. I've never made socks, and more importantly I've never even used double sided needles, so I hope I don't screw them up too badly, especially as they are not even for myself. I finished the Browns mittens and now I have a lot of fuzzy orange and brown yarn left over which will probably also become comfy winter socks. It's a good thing I know a lot of Cleveland sports fans.

Also, tomorrow is Donor Sabbath, and I'm supposed to say something at church. I'm not sure what I want to do, since my original idea was turned down. I wanted to stuff Skipper's shirt with paper-mache organs such as lungs, his remaining kidney, his heart, etc. Then, while he raised his arms in a gesture both generous and triumphant, I would play "Ride of the Valkyries" while reaching in the back of his shirt and yanking out the fake organs, one by one, and tossing them to people in the congregation. I was told this would be tasteless, although to my credit, it certainly would not be boring. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Probably something tasteful and boring. Pffft.

Happy Veterans Day!