Fiddlesticks

What a day. First the lug nuts on the front driver's side of Joe's Pathfinder seemed to mysteriously disappear, which we didn't discover until he was actually driving the car and the tire threatened to fly off on Dam Neck Road. Then the temporary crown on my tooth popped off. Are we falling apart here or what? Should I just go to bed now, before something else shrivels up and drops off? (please let it be the breasts this time!)

I still have my cap, so I wonder if the dentist can just glue it back on? The Pathfinder, however, is another whole expensive kettle of fish altogether.

So I watched Drag Me To Hell tonight. At least Sam Raimi can still make me laugh when I need it.