Circle-Chase

"I'm whitening my teeth as I write this," she tittered gleefully. I picked up my personalized, tooth-shaped trays this morning at the dentist. They fit perfectly, as if they were made for my very teeth! I'm bleaching them right now. I felt proud when they compared my current tooth-color (for purposes of before-and-after) to a set of yellow-to-really-really-yellow sample teeth. I was at the way low-end of yellow. Does that mean they would have refused me the service if my teeth were just a bit less yellow?

We're getting free Italian lunch today from Filomena's. I hope we are getting raviolis personally made by that old slave lady they keep there... Ugh. Back from lunch. So full-up on sausage lasagna.

HAHA! Jeff came by talking about root beer floats and other junk food. He mentioned how awesome bubble gum ice cream is because it has the real bubble gum pieces in it. It reminded me of one of my favorite stories of my brother that I'd totally forgotten. So he's like 5-years-old, and gets his usual bubble gum ice cream at Baskin Robbins. Well, after examining it closely, he yells, "That motherfucker only gave me three gumballs!" Well my dad gets so awesomely pissed off that he yells, too. "I'm gonna kill you!" And the circle-chase in Baskins Robbins begins, weaving in and out of pink chairs. Some lady, scared that the delightful little boy is about to be pulverized (a distinct possibility), calls the police. I don't know what happens from there, but I bet the policeman then circle-chased my dad around the B&R.

I wish I did cool things like that as a kid.