He was always a member of the team. Trusted, dependable. I counted on him. When he was battered and damaged, I had him wrapped in gold to keep him strong. I thought he'd always be on my side.
(Specifically, left side, lower jaw.)
But my dentist says he's gone rogue. Turned against me. Trying to poison the others while inflicting as much pain as possible.
I'm fighting back. Antibiotics. Painkillers. With any luck, he'll be forced into submission and returned to his job. Otherwise, he'll be removed from the ranks.
In the meantime, I'm taking a day off. Too fuzzy headed for a coherent post. Hope everyone has a great weekend and I'll see you on Monday.
I leave you with this.
Wife texts husband on a cold winters morning: "Windows frozen."
Husband texts back: "Pour some lukewarm water over it."
Wife texts back: "Computer completely screwed up now!"