Saturday…ake…

Not a good day. She has a toothake! Oohh it’s so bad. She cries to. Looking at me as if I could fix it. Sorry babe, i say. The dentist. Now here is some background: christmas two years ago we have a classic norwegian traditional dessert after dinner. It’s a creamgrits, very good, with red gravy. In this we put one single nut, an almond, and the one who get’s it wins a marzipan pig! Well she got it and she chewed the nut and boom there did something happen in the mole. Now she said back then she needed to see a dentist. Did she? No! And during those years she has complained about the tooth but never done anything. SO, i am now stuck with the ake and the complaines and the drama until monday. Lucky me! I think i will go fishing! Or something else away from home.