Why me?

Because this is my life and I have a very exciting life, no matter how inconvienent.

I went to the dentist to get that pesky hole in my tooth filled temporarily. After some poking and proding and a quick filing down of the sharp piece that broke off, she filled it with the substance called IRM. IRM stands for Intermediary Resorative Material. It is tooth colored and filled in the hole nicely. I could let it set and eat and drink after it set in 45 minutes. Not bad. The stuff is known to last a long time, but time is a variable. It changes for everyone. My honey's uncle had it last over a year, others lasted 8-9 months, and me, 2 days.

Flossing my teeth (as you can plainly read I am an avid flosser) I nudge the damn thing out and now I am back to square, er hole, one. AAHHH! So now it has been over a week and I don't care at the moment, I will live life with this damn hole. I swish with Listerine 3 times a day and brush and floss at least twice. I will make due, for now. Until I can't take it anymore.

Also, I hate NY Metro Tri-state weathermen. I decided to visit my parents yesterday, a beautiful Sunday. It takes almost 2 hours to get there, and we have a nice time. A little shopping, Grandma's recipe for Beef Burginione (however you spell it) over egg noodles, and a little computer help for Mom, and then it is off to get home, knowing full well that the snow storm is supposed to hit after midnight. I left at 9:30pm. I got home at 1:30am. I cannot believe that the snow hit so quickly. All I heard was that the snow was to hit AFTER midnight. It hit before 10pm. I have never seen so many spin outs, accidents, and cops out on the roads. Everyone is driving slowly, but in a lot of places, they were driving TOO SLOW to keep the momentum in driving! The car needed to keep up at a pace over 25 mph in order to not slide. Idiots were driving less than 20 and skidding out all over the place. The LIE was not great, but it was passible. The Triboro Bridge was actually pretty good. I-87 was not to shabby, just full of slow drivers. Then I get to the lovely City of Yonkers. Nothing. Not a plow had passed through. Cars were skidding all over the place. No one could maintain their speed. It was horrible. I was trying to think who I should call to complain that the stupid DPW was sitting around with thumbs up there asses while drivers were potentially getting killed out there on a major thoroughfare. Then I find out, they don't have a contract yet. None. All year they have done a sucky job. And they could care less. Yonkers is full of MAJOR hills people. Cars skid down them. Accidents happen all the time. I have to wrack my brain to think of the route home with the least pitch. I have to pass through 2 towns to do it. I made it home alive. Just then, as I get out of the car, I realize too late that I am wearing mules with NO SOCKS. I have practically bare feet in 5 inches of snow. What a way to end the day. And the roads STILL are not plowed properly. Yonkers sucks.

Argh.