The good news is - I'm alive after my ordeal at the dishy dentists - wondering whether 4 wisdom teeth might amass to that last 7lbs I was hoping to lose before bikini season, and fairly plugged up with gauze and Vicadin - a nbf for the next few days.
The bad news is, the Tooth Fairy failed to appear, which has my kids grinning at the fact that they twigged this a good few years back when lethargy got the better of both Tooth Fairies in our house and said kids would often have to wait a good few days for Fairy pay up.
However, so as not to dent my recovery process and mark me psychologically for the rest of my life, I've come up with a fabulous compromise.
At the going rates (it's $1 per tooth in our house, but more if a dentist is involved in the extraction process...), 4 big old wisdom teeth could be worth a fortune. I'm just noticing that under the power of Vicadin I signed the bill without reading it and it seems to be $400 per tooth - that's a nice fat number to be starting with on my revenge on the Tooth Fairy. Surely if the dishy dentist can make that in 30 minutes work with no side affects (apart from him whispering to my buddy that I'd tried to bite him during one tricky extraction), then by the laws of the Shopaholic, I surely should be able to choose my spoils to that value.
This idea on my recuperation sofa, coupled with a nice swimmy head (did I mention the Vicadin), a quiet household and time to peruse the Web, I've so far come up with this nice dress from The Moon and Mars (UK based but ship over here),
And am busy sniffing around another new fave website Far Fetch, which I'm thinking might be my new 'go to' web site for all things European and more (sorry Browns but it's time to move on, too many of my American mates have figured out your quick overseas shipping deal and the things that I used to be looking individual in are now 10-a-penny around here.)
Right, must dash - more sites to snoop around whilst the coast is clear...
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