The weekend

Kurt broke a tooth. We drove up to MV/A-town/OH for Sam to fix it. Guess who assisted? ME! Yes sir. It's really not too exciting as my sisters and mom can testify (we've all done it for each other). But still, for a few minutes it's exciting to be in control of a spit sucker, water sprayer, and air blower. Two hours later, not so much. And Kurt's tooth is now fine- yay!