That's my franglais (French and English, pronounced "frahn-glay"-- the french version of Spanglish) for no poking.
So the trip to the oral surgeon yielded good and bad. The good-- there was no poking. The bad-- those suckers have to come out. I guess it's kind of good, though because if I am awakened at 5:30am on my day off again by pain in my wisdom tooth, we're gonna have a problemo! (Multi-lingual)
Next Monday is the big day. My line sister is coming down from Syracuse to drive me there since D most likely will be out of town. How's that for a line sister! Back off. You can't have her. 10 days to my birthday. Enjoy.
Also, I went to Mt. Ararat to hear their senior pastor finally. May I say wow and oh yeah?!?! He is BANGIN!! I also signed up to be a mentor while I was there. My orientation session is Wednesday. Look at me giving back. 'Bout time.