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good news, and then bad news, and then some more good news

Christmas disaster averted.  It seems like angels won't be plunging down from heaven after all.  Because you know that Leapfrog LeapPad I wanted to get so bad?  Well, it has a rival: the Vtech Kids Innotab. 

And I ordered one yesterday.

It went like this:  I checked websites for Toys R Us, Walmart, Target and Vtech Kids all at the same time.  (Literally, the same time.  Because I'm a phenomenal shopping multitasker like that.)  Target didn't have any Innotabs, but the other sites did.  Which was a pretty huge miracle already.

But I had to make sure I was getting the best deal possible so I clicked around for about 4 minutes looking for coupon codes and such.  And then I decided to buy through Toys R Us, and in the amount of time that it took to click "put this item in your cart" the Vtech Kids website updated saying they were sold out. 

And then once I made it through "confirm your payment" they were also sold out at Walmart. 

And it wasn't long before Toys R Us was out of them too.

Except I totally DON'T CARE now.  Because there's a pink Innotab safely on it's way to our house in a shining cardboard box of joyful Christmas glee.   Fa la la la la, la la la la!

And to think, there are still scrambling parents paying double for them on ebay - SUCKERS.

So anyways, that's the good news.

The bad news is that I've begun a new holiday tradition that involves dental work.

If you recall last December, when my front tooth broke and left me with a "huge cavernous hole that could rival the canyon in Twin Falls that Evel Knievel tried to jump over on his 'skycycle' in 1974"?  Yeah, that was fun.

Well this year, today, early evening to be exact, one of the fillings I got as a teenager decided it would be awesome to crack, and hurt, and threaten to fall out, because, apparently, old fillings like to do that.  Except that it hasn't fallen out yet because I'm holding it in with sheer will power.  (And sometimes I push on it with my tongue.) 

But I have until 2:00 tomorrow afternoon to freak out about it.  And you know how well I can freak out about things.  (Like, what if it falls out during the night, and I accidentally swallow it, and it has jagged edges so it scratches my whole throat as it goes down including my voice box and I'll never be able to speak again, EVER?)

Except, good news, we have dental insurance this year.  Except, bad news, that means I can't ignore the other 50 billion things I need to have done to my mouth anymore.  Except, good news, I found a dentist that can use sedation!  (why dentists haven't used sedation ALL ALONG, I don't know.  I mean really, who wants to be awake while they drill holes in your teeth?)  Except, bad news, sedation isn't covered by insurance.  Except, good news, I don't care, I just want to be unconscious and they can do whatever they want to my mouth.

And that just leaves me with one more piece of good news:

I'm hosting giveaways on my Green Jello with Carrots blog right now, and you have until tomorrow (thursday Dec 8th) at 11:59 PM to enter.  And when is it ever NOT good news to hear about winning free crap? 

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LisAway said…
I always love me a good Christmas miracle story. :) Hope she loves it!!

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