Wisdom

Britt's in town.  She flew in from PROVO yesterday (it's so awesome that you can get a cheap direct flight from PROVO to Denver these days).  She sat next to, and chatted with, her friend's old seminary teacher, then walked to meet me with some friends from our ward who had also been on the flight.  Nice.

She came to get her two (only two, lucky girl) wisdom teeth extracted.  We drove directly to the doctor's office from the airport.  Britt was a little excited nervous, since she had never had anesthesia before, a real treat according to Shilo and Taylor.  After checking her in, I was sent immediately to the nearest pharmacy to pick up medication, and I grabbed a little chocolate to help me through the stress of sitting in the waiting room.  Once back at the office, I flipped through a magazine for less than 5 minutes before being called back for post-extraction-care instructions.  Nice and quick.  Britt was wheeled to the car, breathing deeply through her nose and out through her mouth (does it really matter where the air goes in and out of?), so as not to lose consciousness upon standing.  Once I had her seat-belted in, I took a quick video per Shilo and Lexee's request.
They wanted to see if she acted loopy.  I complied.

She's done amazingly well.  Not too puffy, minimal pain, and she remembers SOME of the aftercare and ride home.  After she rests more today, we hope she will be up to enjoying the rest of her stay through Wednesday.  She's just happy for the break from work.

In other news, Bill received a FedEx package yesterday.  Being the nosy curious helpful wife I am, I opened it for him. Inside was a gift and a card.  I didn't open the gift, but waited patiently for him to arrive home from "work" so he could get whatever potential pleasure awaited him in the opening of it.  (I can be generous.)  The family gathered around him (so maybe only a few of the more curious members) as he opened the gift upon his arrival home.  Ta-da!  A desk ornament.  It was a beautiful, sparkly paperweight made of the finest crystal, engraved with his name, an inspiring quote by JFK, the year of the completion of the Leadership Development Program for which it was presented, and the name of the company that had requested his participation.  Which also happens to be the parent company of the company that "let him go" just one day prior to his attendance at the final of four sessions of the program.

What the heck do you do with something like that?
I think we'll take a "don't ask, don't tell" approach.