Ummmmm, I got nothin‘. My mind is actually a swirling mass of drama and scenarios about life and for once I’m just speechless. I know, hard to believe. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve got stuff I can write about..

My two oldest kids are visiting Toto and Dorothy in Kansas this week. They’re playing with a couple of their cousins, getting hauled to The Puppet Factory and the swimming pool and running around in their grandparent’s house. Did you all know my mom owns a puppet factory? Oh, the stories I could tell you about puppets.

If you want to see what I did last week you can read Rechelle’s blog. One day I ran to the hardware store to pick up four screws and when I got back in my hotter-than-Hades van I found myself absolutely famished. Spying the the bag of spilled Corn Nuts in the passenger seat I decided to pop a few of the nicely warmed kernels in my mouth. Yes, if they would have been on the floor or under my shoe or in the bottom of my purse I still would have eaten them and delighted in their salty-warmed-corn-crunch.

However, after the first couple bites I noticed that there was something very hard in the kernels of my Corn Nuts. Do Corn Nuts have bones? No. So I started spitting out little flecks of Corn Nuts into my hand and discovered pieces of my back molar mixed in with the yellow spittle and corn mush. Oh. This was not a good thing. I didn’t know if those pieces of tooth could be salvaged so I stuck them in the little paper sack along with the four screws I bought from the hardware store. Turns out you can’t salvage broken bits of molar, but you can go to the dentist in a small town within a couple of hours of breaking your tooth and have him file it down a bit so the sharp edges will stop shredding your tongue. The dentist will ask how your family is and pat you on the shoulder and then send you out the door without charging you a single penny.

Gotta love a small town. Then I went to the car wash and vacuumed out my van so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat anymore of those Corn Nuts.