No thanks, I'm trying to quit

Today I went to the dentist. Would you like to know exactly how long it has been since I've been to the dentist? Well, then...let me tell you: ten years. The last time I went to have my gaping maw poked with sharp instruments and prodded by latex-clad fingers was when I still lived at home with mom and dad. Before you silently judge me and internally go "erwwwww" over my lack of regular tooth maintenance, understand that for a very long time I did not have dental insurance coverage. And now that I do have coverage, I have decided that some things just cannot be put off any longer out of fear of discomfort and pain. And boy is there going to be pain. It seems that a root canal is in order. Several years ago I managed to break a molar on a singularly damnable Skittle (and Skittles have been banned from my candy consumption repetoire ever since). The filling in that molar stayed intact, but the broken part created a space ripe for the development of a new cavity, which seems to be getting mighty too close to the nerve. Hence, the need for an insanely expensive (even WITH dental coverage) root canal and crown. Add to that the fact that my wisdom teeth - that a dentist back those many years ago told me would probably never be a problem for me - have "erupted through the soft tissue" (sounds sexy, eh?), so now it looks like I will be having surgery to have them extracted. The dentist says they'll probably have to surgically remove bone in addition (!). I got the referral paperwork today, but I was told it can be deferred a little bit in order to take care of the broken tooth situation...and reassess my finances to figure out how to pay for it without having to sell a kidney. Other than those two things, the dentist said everything else looked fine for being a dumbass and totally ignoring my oral health. There's a nugget of a cautionary tale hidden in that story somewhere. I'd point it out to you if my mouth didn't hurt so bad.

So as if my day wasn't bad enough, when we got home this evening the cat had puked all over the den. I swear she's the Paris Hilton of the cat world: demanding and bitchy, acting like the world revolves around her every whim and desire, and totally unable to keep from purging her dinner. Actually I think she's a little smarter than her human counterpart, though. And not nearly as slutty, either.