Today was a day for hiding quietly. I went to the dentist and was left post anasthetic with a leer that would have frightened small children. Hell, it frightened me. Be grateful there are no pictures.
Normally I am irritatingly perky about the prospect of going to the dentist. It helps that he is lovely (Hello Mr Buckley) and allows my children to call him Mr Broccoli without comment. But I realize that the other reason is that I haven't actually had to have anything done (bar checkups and cleaning) in the last 20 years. But this time, the number was up for my two geriatric fillings. Out with the old, in with the new, on with the paper bag.
I scuttled surrepticiously round the supermarket, trying not to drool on any of the produce from lips that no longer met in the corner. But it was all a bit of a strain, so I decided to wait for the numbness to wear off in the safety of my own kitchen.
Because I had an idea brewing, which involved my underused ice-cream sandwich moulds.
And hard boiled eggs and this tutorial for making lunchbox fun. Because what could be more fun than a pig shaped boiled egg? Perhaps a pig shaped boiled egg made by someone who had bothered to re-read the directions about wetting the mould to prevent sticking.
Are you ready for a shock? Because this piggy is slightly worse for wear. Hey, perhaps he'd done a few rounds of anesthetic with Mr Broccoli.
Poor piggy. I blame bigbucketgirl and all her laptop luncbox come hither talk myself. I'm going to try the chicken mould tomorrow. ..
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