Destiny...that site now has a link on my Bookmark bar! Fun! (Is it cheating if we adopt a word we already know and use? HA HA)
Tiffany & Michelle - I don't like the dentist either. Blech. However, I make myself tough it out. Shudder. My son used to be so afraid that he had to be sedated, though. Took him to a new dentist once when he was maybe 7 or 8 and he clamped his mouth down around some plastic tool and it broke. The dentist had a spaz attack. Totally freaked out. Let's just say she didn't finish the work, nor did he go back to her. "He broke my tool! He broke my tool! You will have to pay for the tool!" and random gibberish. I decided she wasn't mentally settled enough to work on a child. It was less than a $10 tool, mind you. Probably really only cost $5. Cheap plastic thing. Thankfully, he's okay now so long as he has the laughing gas. We have two dental insurance policies (one through my work & one through his dad's) and neither pays for laughing gas, of course...ah well. It's worth it.
Let's see...Lucy escapade of the day. She was excited (for her) this morning. I was telling her "Let's go wake up your boy!" "C'mon! Let's go wake up the boy!" so she JUMPED up on his bed. I'm still not sure how she gathered her 80 pounds and lept up there like she did with her bad hip. Then, of course, she got scolded and had no clue how to safely get down. I had to LIFT her down. Yeah, that is something I'm going to feel later. Of course, "her boy" slept soundly through it all and never so much as twitched...