Okay, so it's been a couple of weeks. Lots of stuff has been going on. Stuff that has nothing to do with me, but I'm going to write it anyway. Because I can.
I'm still healthy overall, and as long as I'm breathing I'll put whatever the hell I want in here.
The ice storm we had was a real shocker for this area. Where we're from it would've been nothing to blink at, but it seemed like the world shut down for three days solid.
I do feel bad for the areas that got hit the hardest, and especially those that weren't prepared to handle such weather.
During the week of that storm dad was gone away to a 3-day conference for work (translated: meetings, food, and beer, not necessarily always in that order). He said they only got about an inch and a half of "normal" snow while he was in Charlotte, so he missed the worst of what we got here.
After he got back it was as if his and mom's vehicles missed their attention and started acting up. Both began spewing fluids (the vehicles, not mom and dad) of different colors. Mom's transmission decided it preferred to run dry, and dad's brakes thought they'd operate more efficiently without that precious lifeblood running through their lines, which turned out to be quite rotted (it IS a New England truck, afterall. Up until we moved down here the underside had been nicely coated with salt every winter).
Three days away from work means that dad has been scrambling to catch up, and has yet to achieve that (though if you ask me I'd say he runs around like a chicken with its head cut off most days anyway).
So, my teeth are doing okay. I've finished with the anitibiotics, but they still force that sh*t that's supposed to taste like chicken toothpaste in my mouth every day, which I can't stand. One of these days I'm going to bite dad's finger clean off.
I grumble and growl every time he sticks the damn thing in my mouth, and he and mom have a good chuckle at the noises I make. I'll show them one of these times...