MY TONGUE!! MY TONGUE!!

Before we get to my tongue, my poor tongue, let me tell you about my stove.  Such a scintillating interesting 'must know' subject.  Grrrr...

As I mentioned the whole electric panel toasted so off for a new stove.  I took Monte with me to get a second opinion.  I did spend an extraordinary amount of time googling and comparing and narrowed it down to an eighteen hundred dollar double oven beauty, not an induction (I am not ready to change my pots after all).  I could get it at Costco online or the Brick.  Delivery and removal of old one would make me choose Costco...but I wanted to see it in person first.

So off to the Brick.  They only had about ten stoves in there, we ARE in a rinky dink town after all, and one of them was only 995 bucks, on sale down from 1200.  Now that was appealing.  No two ovens but what the hey!!!!  It was perfect and not only that on Saturday (today) the tent sale starts and the stove is going to be in the seven hundreds AND they deliver for half price (forty bucks) and take away the broken one.  Needless to say that fifteen minutes after walking into the store I walked out, new stove in my pocket.  Easy peasy!!!!

The night before, Friday night, my teeth broke again.  (shovel list!!!!). So I scrubbed them down, set them on the counter to completely dry by morning.  The next morning I solicited poor Monte's help...just what every dude wants to do...help his mother glue her teeth back together!

They broke all wonky so I had to line them up properly  exactly perfectly over and over, muscle memory, so that when Monte put the glue on, I could quickly put them together.  They can't be out even a nano 'you know what hair' or they just don't 
fit.

So that is exactly what we successfully did.  I had to leave them for a half hour to properly bond before putting them in my mouth.  Half an hour later I went to pop them in my mouth and when my tongue, this is the 'my poor tongue' part, touched the stupid bridge, the GLUE WASN'T DRY!!!!!! 

 I whipped them out of my mouth as fast as you can say bob's your uncle! but it was too late. The tip of my tongue, a large part of it, was covered with Gorilla glue...OMG!!!!  and let me tell you, your shit doesn't have to be dry for that crap to stick!!!  It wouldn't come off!!!  The end of my tongue was all covered in glue!!!  What the hell?  Am I supposed to dip my tongue in nail polish remover?  That is the only thing I know that removes crazy glue.

So then I really couldn't talk properly...no teeth and a crazy glued tongue.  Jesus Murphy!!!!!!

I just left the stupid teeth on the table and took my mumbly mouth to the Brick.  Much later when I got home the teeth were all done and dry but....they would not go into my mouth. Clearly the fit was a 'you know what' hair off.  So until next week I will be toothless. I get my new teeth finally next week.  Took long enough.

Well time to build my coffee table.  I had ordered a pretty inexpensive small distressed red table with iron wheels for legs.  Very cool.  Small.  So I got two, one for each loveseat.  They arrived.  And the are HUGE!!!!!  Ah jeez.  (shovel list). The measurements were in centimetres so I didn't pay attention.  But they looked small in the picture.  Friggin' hell.  I guess one is certainly fine in the living room. But the other one will have to go on the deck...which will be okay too.  But now I feel stupid.

I gotta bounce and start building.  I need to get it done today.  There are only nine hours left before bedtime.  Wish me luck.  TTYL

SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD RIGHT?