My Crown

I finally got crowned, and although it would be nice to be a princess, it is not the royal type crown that I am eluding to. Nope, I am the proud owner of a fake bicuspid. I asked them jokingly if they could do it in gold, but they talked me out of it, so it is a white one. (I was advised that I had a wide smile). LOL, never heard that line before. (Word to the wise. . .do not ask the dentist if you can see your peg or post. It will give you nightmares for the rest of your life). It's been a long journey for the tooth, root canals, buildups, and after thinking that I was chewing and swallowing gravel, I now have a very swanky pseudo-tooth. I asked if I could keep my temporary crown, but subsequently forgot it when I jumped out of the chair and ran for the hills. I was going to post a picture of it here, and now I am regretting my forgetfulness. I am sure the dental clinic is used to me running out of their office in a fugue like state. Disoriented, and talking in tongues is my way of saying "happy trails". Later: I hate the tonneau cover on my truck. I absolutely hate it. I have broken three nails trying to get it off . My mission for today was to fill up the truck with the crap from the one rental, and then take what couldn't be freecycled or sold, to the dump (beets anyone?). It's just not happening. I parked the truck in the sun for the tonneau to heat up, but no avail. It was supposed to be a "really good one" as the insurance adjuster said. Ya right, it sucks. I wanna topper. Actually got the topper off, woohoo. WD 40.