I was pretty bummed yesterday when I came home from the dentist because the crowns we had planned to install on my implants were not oriented correctly. Dr. Coyle poked and prodded and shoved and twisted and polished, and finally, after I started whining, gave me a shot of Novocaine and, unfortunately, I still have no crowns. Plus, he's going on vacation, and then I'll be in Hawaii for 3 weeks, so I don't get my crowns until mid-December, just before my trip to Cuba.
Well, there is nothing to do but be glad I'll have permanent teeth for Cuba. I've waited this long, I can wait a bit longer.
Like a short sale in Elk Grove. You've gotta patience for those, especially when you're working on a property that requires fixing previous mistakes made by the last "short sale expert." I was ready to kiss the ground yesterday and yell hallelujah when we closed, even though I am no longer Catholic, on top of which, my sister sent me that photograph I've been waiting for. The photo of us with Pope Francis. It's not every day one gets to flaunt flanking the Pope. Well, you can see the photo and hear the fun story of how I rescued sellers in Elk Grove in my personal blog today at this link: Hiring a Bad Short Sale Expert Carries Consequences, Unlike, Meeting Say, Pope Francis.
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