When It Rains, Someone Gets Shit On

I find that when it rains it usually pours. It seems like when you get one thing fixed or healed or paid, something else comes along. Life sucks like that sometimes doesn’t it? I have always heard that death comes in threes, and I think the curve balls that life throws at you comes in threes also, except life does not let up for long.
After the flu hit two of my kids and my husband being unable to walk, now I have an impacted tooth and feel like a Chipmunk. If Nooter saw me he would chase me into the woods thinking I was a varmint after his snaks.

I guess I should put an ice pack on my face, maybe it will help with the swelling until I make it into the dentist. I hope no one used my ice pack and you may ask why.
 My icepack is turkey gravy. Yeppirs! It came in the turkey last year and when one of the kids had a bruise or lump or something we used the turkey gravy, because someone bit a hole in my regular ice pack. I like it much better than a bag of frozen peas.
I very much dislike the dentist and I do not want to go. It is the worst pain in the world, even worse than having a child. Who knew my wallet would scream louder than me when I walk into the dentist’s office. It is cheaper to have a baby than have a damn root canal for cripes sake! Even with insurance it will cost about three hundred dollars to have a tooth pulled and a cleaning done. I wonder if I should get dentures? How bad could they be? You would not have to worry about get an impacted tooth, or needing a root canal now would you?