Night of 1,000 Shoes...

That was a movie title created by Carrie Fisher in her novel, "Postcards from the Edge" I love the idea that there could be an actress who would star in movie with that title. There certainly should be!

I love shoes. Mainly, I love big, clunky shoes that make me taller. I currently am in need of a new pair. The problem is that the big-clunky-platform-shoe look is no longer in style. In fact, it may never have been in style for someone over 30. Sadly, this would be me. The thing is, I really should be 6 foot. Am not sure why I could only grow to 5' 8", but I never made it past this height. That style of shoe let me pretent to be just a little taller. I found that feeling to be quite empowering. Anyway, now I must go forward and adapt to the more age-appropriate shoe. I guess it is my time for the sensible shoe. How sad and depressing.

On the dental front the packing on the roof of my mouth is starting to fall out in disgusting clumps. Looks like dried-out Play-Dough adorned with slimey blood-like substance. It tends to fall out of my mouth when I am speaking to a room full of people. It is most attractive and am sure it is further cementing my reputation as a motivational public speaker.

I have my follow up with the psycho (AKA Evil Dental Surgeon) tomorrow. One can only guess the tremendous pain that awaits!