I have a toothache. I was hoping that it was going to go away and that I'd mention it at my next cleaning, but this is the third day so I made an appointment.
Now that I'm the boss (I am the boss of you, now), I got to arrange the Christmas schedule and I get stuck working. A few months ago, the receptionist said she's staying in town so I figured that we can trade off days. Now she's going to California so ta-da. Cow.
Anywho, I think I'm going to California in mid-December. I'll see my grandparents, my friend said that she'd take me to Disneyland. And then I'm finished with Southern California until someone dies. Here's an old gripe: I've always wanted to see Disneyland decorated for Christmas. I asked my grandparents to go on my 21st birthday, they invited my sister, her firend, and a little girl that I babysat. We went with the Shrine for cheaper tickets...a week before they decorated for Christmas and I got stuck babysitting. So, perhaps I'll get to go this year -- only 7 years later.
It looks official, my Irish promotion is going to happen. More responsibility, same pay and title. And I might get the office. Woo-hoo? Perhaps not.
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Hope your tooth feels better soon! And you know you've always got a couch where you can crash in Southern California. Doesn't that sound like a fine Christmas ballad? "You know you've got a couch... where you can crash... in southern Calllliforn-i-ahhh!"
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