Another Embarassing Moment

Went to the Dentist today to have a mould taken of my teeth. Apparently I grind my teeth at night and need a mouth guard.
It wasn't a good experience, but it certainly was memorable. I found out that I gag easily. When they put a form filled with sticky pink stuff on my upper teeth, I gagged and then threw up all over myself. What fun!

Hostas and other surprises

I'm not an experienced gardener, so I get to have many surprises as I freely plant what I get on sale at various garden centres. Take hostas, for example. Really, take some. I didn't know that the tiny potted hosta I brought home 3 years ago would turn into something from the Jurassic Park! It's almost taller than my Juniper shrub! It's so big, it's almost intimidating. Oh, how I laugh now at my sillyness when I planted 3 cute little hostas (don't ask me their names because I didn't keep the little cards that came with them) in a tiny patch of dirt by my front door. They have overtaken my Rose of Sharon, which means that I will have to split them up and find more space for them (or give them to family who, I'm sure, will be grateful when their gardens are taken over by these gorgeous plants). The thing about hostas is...I love 'em. I wish I had a big space so I could have more of them. I have a friend who has at least a hundred hostas in her huge backyard. She just bought 25 more (they were on sale).
By the way - I didn't know that forget-me-not's were such an aggressive spreader. They're pretty though, but come on... my neighbours are having them sprout in their lawns. I got some 'splainin to do.

Artistry is not always genetic

My husband's Dad, Tom, submitted one of his oil paintings at a charity event and it sold for $150.00. A lot of people were interested in it, some even took pictures of it. Now Tom is not a professional artist, oil painting, like his amazing electric train set, is a hobby. He taught himself, and has painted a few rather nice country scenes. I'm rather proud of the in-law.
The following morning, darling hubby, Mephistopheles, who cuts me up a kiwi fruit in the morning for breakfast presented said kiwi and said "well? What do you think of it?" I looked at the kiwi then at his expression of creative accomplishment and said "ummm, looks like a good kiwi."
"No no" he said "what do you think of my picture?"
I replied "It's very nice, abstract is it? 'Kiwi pieces randomly placed', very chic."
"No no" the love of my life said, "it's a happy face".
Hmmm, just wasn't seeing it. Mephistopheles, bless his darling soul, has not inherited his father's artistic abilities.