Drilling and buttons and Wii's, Oh My.

Today is DDDRRRAAAAGGGGIIINNNNNGGGGG. I was held hostage in the dentists chair yesterday. Again. It was for my top teeth this time, four crowns. Ugh. I know, you think I brush my teeth with sugar right? Nope, I actually brush my teeth a lot, just are prone to cavities. Lamesauce. But that means in two weeks after my permanent crowns are on, I'll be ALL DONE with dental appts (besides regular cleanings). But with my stupid teeth, I'm sure they'll throw a kink in those plans. 

I did the conscious sedation again. Two pills a half hour before the appt, hubby drives me to the appt, I take another pill under my tongue, and bing bang boom, I don't remember anything except waking up at home. My appt was at 8, I was done at 11, and came home and slept until 4. My teeth and jaw are pretty sore (I have a pretty decent case of TMJ, ya know, where your jaw pops, clicks, locks open, etc). So dental appts always leave me pretty sore. I have vicodin, but I'm not a fan of taking meds unless I have to. But I cannot complain. I'm thankful that we can afford to fix my teeth. 

But with that extra long nap yesterday, I didn't go to bed until 2am. And then woke up at 6am. I fully expect to crash here at any moment. 

On top of that, I'm fighting a cold or something. It started on Sunday night, (thank goodness) after our anniversary celebration. Hubby told me he was setting it all up, and I was to know nothing. He arranged for my mom to watch the girls, and we drove to downtown Dallas. He parks, hops out of the car, and walks off down the street. Ten minutes later, still no hubby. I finally see this coming down the street. 

Yuppers! Hubby set up a horse and carriage ride for us. An hour long ride, around Dallas, showing up all the historic sights. I've lived in Dallas off and on since '89 and I've never done the carriage ride. Nor did I know we had so much historic stuff down there. 

Then we went to Three Forks for dinner, one of my favorite restaurants. Dinner for two will run ya about $130, before tip. Which is why we eat there only on special occasions. We had agreed on no presents, but yesterday, this shows up on my front porch. 

I've wanted one for forever! When I asked hubby about our no presents deal, he tells me it's a "I love you, you're cool" present. Nerd. I heart my hubby. 

I should be working on some crafts. Making some headbands for one of my favorite photographers. She's doing our family pictures in May, and I'm SO excited.  But currently ALL of the glue sticks in my house are in hiding. This is why I tell my husband that I don't clean/organize. Used to be that I could find at LEAST two glue sticks in every junk drawer/craft box/random dark corner. But then I had to get all "I'm going to be super duper organized!" and put them all in a zip lock bag, and then I hid said zip lock bag, and now I can't find it anywhere. Spent half an hour looking for it, and nada. It would probably help if my craft cabinet didn't look like this. 

Yeah, I know, don't judge me. I've attempted to organize this. Even bought a bunch of little boxes and such. But those boxes sit empty and mocking me, and I can't still can't find those damn glue sticks. Oh, and see that sparkly bag in the white basket on the right. A bag of 10,000 iron on rhinestones. And I have two bags, one silver, one iridescent. My aunt in Korea sent me those. Awesomeness. I've used them here and there, I love having those on hand and not having to spend $5 on a small pouch of them at a craft store. They're perfect for jazzing up those cheap blah boring shirts I get on clearance. 

So, with me being sick, I had to put my workout on hold. I wanted to try that Couch to 5K program. You know, the program to help non-runners be able to run 5k in 9 weeks. I SUCK at running. I have this big ugly knee brace for my wonky left knee. And I used to get stress fractures back in tech school when I had to run, and the places on my shins where they were at start to throb after a bit. But I'm determined to be able to run more than 45 seconds without feeling like I'm going to puke or die. But again, thankful that I have the ability to run. Always a bright side, right? 

Waiting on hubby to finish up my button, I'm going to join the cool kids and do a link party. Not the kind where you link up crafts, but a different kind. I've told a few of my bloggy besties about it, swearing them to participate. I hope you will too! 

Fingers and toes crossed that I feel better tomorrow. Unless those cancel each other out. Then just one of them.