See you next December, dear Christmas

So tonight it's Little Women's Christmas. Check it out. The lights should be turned off tonight, I think. But I love them, so tomorrow will have to do.

The periodontist today. Great fun. NOT! I got numbed up nicely, so the treatment was not too bad. That's if you don't mind a small, sweet little Irish girl with a fab smile & brilliant teeth hackin' away at your poor, almost 50 year old and quite desperate teeth... I hate her, honestly! No, I don't. Only joking.
Once the numbness faded, the pain came. Ohay! What fun. I want to screw off my head and put it away in a corner til it's all better. Even blinking hurts, ffs!

Anyway. We were invited to a 40th birthday party of a very good friend. Tonight. Hubby went, leaving me home, feeling sorry for myself. Just as well, because I'm in a crap mood.
"Will you be OK?", he says;
"Ah sure. You go."
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
Like I'm going to tell an almost 60 year old man what to do?!
"No darling, I'll be fine. Go. Give them my love".

So here I am. Blipping. Tomorrow will be better. I'm hungry. What to eat? Something soft, me thinks.