Suffering and Reward

For those of you wondering, there will be a scrapbook page at the end of this post.

But in the meantime, I have some negative feelings to express:

I hate the dentist.

Now I know there isn't any such thing as "the dentist." They are real people, with thoughts and hopes and desires. You may know them and love them. They may even be reading this blog.

Truth is, I know and love some dentists myself. I like the human being behind the coat, but I do NOT like having sharp metal objects put in my mouth. I also do not like being told that my wisdom teeth have to come out. Or that anything in my mouth has to come out for that matter.

Just making the appointment was a big step. But I decided to pace myself--when they asked me to schedule more appointments at the end, I responded with, "Let me call later." Which really means, "I'm joining the Witness Protection Program, so don't try to find me." I hope they got that message.

That appointment has been part of the "week of pain," aka spring break. Other highlights include getting blood drawn. Yuck.

So, to reward myself today, I went to Crumbs.



Don't those look good?

Another photo for your edification.....

My own special cupcake.

I also got some of these pretty numbers at Ann Taylor Loft. Spent so much money that I'm agonizing about returning something, and plan to never shop again.

Or maybe I'll just join the Witness Protection Program and kill two birds with one stone.


And finally, here's my page! I need to work on the cropping--can anyone recommend a good free program?

The page documents my thoughts about marriage as a mix of these "high," super connected, spiritual moments, and the run-of-the-mill work of daily life. Thoughts?

Hope everyone has had a lovely day (and enjoyed St. Patrick's Day if you celebrate it)!