I have been wallowing in self pity this week. After 10 years and many narrow escapes, they got me. Held me down, plied me with sedatives and ripped those suckers out. My wisdom teeth. EEEEK! I guess after 3 kids and mind of mush I didn't deserve anything with the title "Wisdom".
It's been a great excuse to ignore my diet and eat an obscene amount of chocolate cake. (Hey - it's soft...) And ignore any attempt at exercise. (Bad for the stitches, you know).
I wonder how long I can milk this one?