But I'll blame it on emergencies.

I took Tuesday, which is my normal kickboxing cardio day, off from all activities.  Because I need a day during the week in which I come directly home or have the option to run by a couple stores or whatever.  The point is that it's a day that I'm not frazzled and stressed about getting from Point A to Point B to Point C and then maybe home, if I'm lucky.

So I went home and worked on a little art project (tutorial below), grilled out with my husband, ate some icecream, bit into some Starburst candy corn and promptly cracked a molar.

I called my dentist on my way in to work and the only time they could fit me in was 10:30 yesterday morning.  My boss okay'd it and I told him that if I had injections, I wouldn't be coming back.

I'm smiling.  Promise.

Needless to say, two injections and two hours spent napping.  Even if I take ibuprofen prior, I get a raging headache from those jaw injections.  I don't know if it's because needles are going where needles aren't meant to go or if it's a reaction to the Novacaine.  It's a bitch.  My jaw is still tender.

So instead of riding my pony again last night, as was my initial plan before porcelain fell out of my face, I spent the evening on the couch folding laundry, updating Two Black Dogs, and straightening up the kitchen.  We're having our first dinner guests this weekend and I want this to be a good experience.

Freezer Paper Camp Crafts

Derp.

Fancy-ass aluminum shoe.

Iron, shiny-side down.

Realize you're a fucking idiot...

And angrily rip off the old one and reattach the inverse.

Fill with paint.

Make your design!

Forget to take a finish-product photo and instead photograph your dog rolling in the grass.