Happy St. Patty's day and Something tastes like what cat shit smells like!

First- Happy St. Patricks Day to all. My Great, Great Grandfather Murphy came to America after the potato famine of Ireland, so here his descendant sits contemplating her roots and excusing her shitty temper with "Fuck off, I'm Irish" slogans running through her mind.

Second- I awoke to a rather unpleasant thought today (SURPRISE!!!); "Something tastes like cat shit smells! Was I dining from the cat box in my darvocet induced sleep!?" I came to realize that it was that "day after major dental work" funk lingering in my mouth. My next thought was "Isn't this taste supposed to take up residence in one's mouth the morning after St. Patrick's day?"

The good news of the day is the swelling has gone down substantially which has in turn reduced the pain a bit and after reseating one of the crowns last night I've not had another pop off.....yet. The bad news is everything is ultra-sensitive and I can already see where soup, jello, pudding etc. is going to get very old very fast. I want solid food (in the form of Samoa Girl Scout Cookies).

I have a business meeting to go to tomorrow at 1. I am armed. Armed with a photo. I know I'm going to hear at least one asshole tell me s/he went through something "similar" and was fine two hours later. Soooooooo, thinking in advance yesterday I took a picture with my cell phone in the middle of the "event" of all of my front teeth drilled to hell (they looked like fangs)- bleeding gums and all. Heh, I can't wait for said buttwad to come up and tell me all about how well it went for him/her. All I've got to say is (with horrific, disgusting, photo on cell in hand) "BA-RING IT smartass!!!!" I hope they enjoy a catered lunch after seeing it.