Man, getting old stinks. I have one crown already, and I have a dental appointment (postponed twice because dental insurance stinks even more than getting old does) to get a new crown on a new tooth next Tuesday. And just a few minutes ago, what do you think happened? My existing crown — the one I got a year ago to replace one that broke in half — fell off. I didn’t swallow it, happily, and it’s all in one piece, but jeez.
Wren, I think, was having an even worse day when I took this picture than I am right now. She’s a resident at the SF SPCA, although either she’s not yet listed in their adoption page (most likely) or she’s already been adopted. And she was definitely pretty overwhelmed and unhappy when I saw her, although she seemed to like her friend here, so that’s good at least.
