Red Mosquito

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:just interviewed some smoke show as a potential summer associate next year. like, a full 11/10. there's no way that we can hire her.

I hired a girl a couple of weeks ago. Solid 9-10. Just beautiful. Has these cute little dimples. 25 or 26 years old. As I was onboarding her a few days ago, I find out she’s in the middle of a divorce. Then she tells me her soon-to-be-ex-husband is 50 years old.

dad wrote:i'm about 99% certain I swallowed one of my brackets from my braces this morning. i went to put my bands back on after eating and one of the bands wouldn't catch. it was for the bracket on my very back bottom tooth, and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. I never felt it come off.

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:i'm about 99% certain I swallowed one of my brackets from my braces this morning. i went to put my bands back on after eating and one of the bands wouldn't catch. it was for the bracket on my very back bottom tooth, and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. I never felt it come off.

whatever came of this, dad? did the bracket ever come out?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:i'm about 99% certain I swallowed one of my brackets from my braces this morning. i went to put my bands back on after eating and one of the bands wouldn't catch. it was for the bracket on my very back bottom tooth, and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. I never felt it come off.

whatever came of this, dad? did the bracket ever come out?

also, dad, does it ever get weird sitting in the waiting room for the orthodontist with a bunch of 7th graders?

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:i'm about 99% certain I swallowed one of my brackets from my braces this morning. i went to put my bands back on after eating and one of the bands wouldn't catch. it was for the bracket on my very back bottom tooth, and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. I never felt it come off.

whatever came of this, dad? did the bracket ever come out?

also, dad, does it ever get weird sitting in the waiting room for the orthodontist with a bunch of 7th graders?

i thought i was going to need to have that bracket replaced. turns out i no longer needed it. if i passed it i didn't feel it.

and why would it be weird? i'm not in there hunting for babysitters.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:i'm about 99% certain I swallowed one of my brackets from my braces this morning. i went to put my bands back on after eating and one of the bands wouldn't catch. it was for the bracket on my very back bottom tooth, and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. I never felt it come off.

whatever came of this, dad? did the bracket ever come out?

also, dad, does it ever get weird sitting in the waiting room for the orthodontist with a bunch of 7th graders?

i thought i was going to need to have that bracket replaced. turns out i no longer needed it. if i passed it i didn't feel it.

and why would it be weird? i'm not in there hunting for babysitters.

do you regale them with stories about grunge rock, arcades, and the first clinton administration?

BurtReynolds wrote:Just caught a squirrel chewing up my outside rug. Should I call the police?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.