Turkey Neck

Thanksgiving isn’t just a people holiday. The kitties celebrate, too. They get some of the brined, roasted turkey and fried giblets. I also boiled the turkey neck, intending to shave the meat off and feed it to the cats. I quickly discovered that turkey necks are awfully tough. I let the cats remove the meat from the bone themselves. Only Smunchy seemed up to the task.


I think that last picture is Smunchy lapsing into a tryptophan coma

Invisalign: Tray 5

Just in time for Thanksgiving: a new tray to make my teeth ache. Thank goodness Thanksgiving food is soft.

Until you don’t have access to your teeth, you don’t realize how many things you use them for, besides eating. With my trays in, I can’t nibble on my cuticles, remove my gloves, or stretch out a rubber hair band with my teeth. I won’t say that I SHOULD use my teeth for any of these things, but not having the option leaves me feeling a little handicapped.

I also didn’t realize how sharp teeth are. I’ve grown used to my dulled, plastic-covered chompers. When I remove the trays and brush the edges of my teeth with my tongue, I’m always surprised at just how sharp and dangerous they are. It’s a wonder we don’t accidently bite our tongues and cheeks more often.

Invisalign: Tray 4

As of Thursday, I moved on to tray 4 and submitted to the last of the “slenderizing.” The orthodontist waited until my teeth had moved a bit before he created space between my two front teeth with a drill. You can’t see it with the aligners on, but I now have a small gap between my two upper teeth.

Burn Victim

I spilled some v. hot tea on myself yesterday afternoon. These two pictures are from Monday evening, at about 6 p.m. An hour or two later, the incipient blisters below had developed into something truly horrific. <-- (click if you dare)

Where's Bear?

Bear is doing his best “E.T.” impression. There aren’t enough toys in the house for him to pose as one, but he could pass for a fur collar among the assorted clothing in this pile.

Cat Chores

This is how we clean the George Foreman Grill in the Oar household. Now who wants to come over for hamburgers?