The good news: My painful tooth was finally extracted.
The bad news: I can't eat anything but "soft" food for a couple of days.
The good news: I am down a couple of pounds.
The bad news: I could gnaw your arm off, so don't get too close.
The good news: With my tooth, I haven't thought too much about my bruised, scraped knees.
The bad news: I'm not sure the scabs or bruises on my knees are ever going away.
The good news: The Mr. has been fairly tolerant of my recent injuries.
The bad news: He has to be because Wednesday he sliced his own thumb with a kitchen knife.
The good news: He only needed 7 stitches in his thumb when he drove himself to the ER.
The bad news: He is amazed at how much you use your thumbs, and now he can't swim for 10 days.
The good news: Now I'm not the only klutz in the family.
The bad news: I guess that's the bad news, too. We're all klutzy!
Yep, things are running about the norm around here. And, to be honest, this has been a pretty good week. Scary!