Sockets & Blondies


I know my luck too well, and whenever something happens to me (medically speaking), shit always goes pear-shaped. No worries, I’m used to it. So when my dentist pulled one of my wisdom teeth last week and said “you should feel fine in two or three days… unless you get a dry socket.” I KNEW right there and then that I was destined for a dry socket. Ever see one? Here look [HERE]… ah, I can’t do that to you, sorry.

Like I said, no worries. A bunch of pain pills, a lot of Motrin, some cussing, some bitching, and many a minute on hold with the über hot dental office receptionist later, I am feeling better. Thanks Ü.H.D.O.R.!

Aside from eight days of throbbing pain, the only downside to all this was the fact that I spent so much time on the phone and in my dentist’s office today that I didn’t get to ride. OK, I got to ride, but only for an hour on the trainer… during what may have been the nicest day we’ve had in Michiganderburgh in 2015. Sure, sure I woke up to snow on the ground this morning, but it warmed up to nearly 50 today and that was enough to have me out on the front porch for a spell soaking in the sun-ish-ness (before my nipples got too hard).

I also found time this week to bake up some White Chocolate Funfetti Blondies for B-Man. Don’t get me wrong, I love tasty things, but I am more of a “cook,” NOT a baker. I can do bread once in a while, but cookies and the like are not my thing. But for some reason when I came upon the recipe for these blondies the other day I couldn’t say no.


Yes, yes, yes, I know how gay all this makes me look/sound (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but these things are A-MAY-ZING! As a one time Super Fatty and now “Big Boned Cyclist” I can tell you; I would eat the shit out these things!!!

But I won’t…. because… I promised them to B-Man… and he loves them. But GODDAMN they’re good!

So to break this post down: I got tooth pulled last week, it didn’t heal right, I now have a dry socket, it hurts like a mother fucker, I baked, I look even more gay than usual, and I rode an hour on the trainer…

…while listing to the audio from a recent live Morrissey gig. THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME GAY! (not that there’s anything wrong with that!).

Whatever, I’m happy. Sort of.


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