Baby-food blues

I've got a sore gum (and jaw) where my dentist drilled to within an inch of striking oil :) to prepare a spot for a new crown--it'll replace a 30-year-old patch-up job that my dentist's late father, also a dentist, had put together. (I can't say that I didn't get my money's worth!) I really didn't think that there would be enough actual tooth left to put back together, and I was right. So Ms. Glamour Queen has been walking around with an aluminum temporary tooth since yesterday. That new crown is going to cost me royally, but I can think of worse things, health wise.

Moed Tov, and Chag Sameach!