Post #695831 by Tiki Sand on Wed, Oct 9, 2013 7:05 AM

How about you, Tiki Sand? Still recuperating satisfactorily?
If so, perhaps this is the time to explain your family's old
joke aout feeling "washed up on the beach with sand in
my pouch."

. . . . . . . . . kraken
I had a setback. I have an upper respiratory infection. Recovery is not for sissies! I'm feeling like the scarecrow that lost his stuffing. Ha! Oral surgery scheduled for Oct 15th. My teeth shifted around so I guess this is corrective surgery. I have had two extractions and other adjustments to my teeth in the past year. In retrospect, this was my first sign of trouble with the pituitary gland. At 54, I'm looking at braces. Ugh!

As for the washed up beach story, when my daughter was just a toddler beach-combing with family, she went too close to the water and got swept up by a wave. She came up to me crying and pulling on her one-piece bathing suit at the crotch. With a pout on her lip that would tug at any parent's heart, she proclaimed to have sand in her pouch. I can still remember trying to suppress a laugh at her tender feelings! Since then, any time I feel defeated, I think about the horror of having sand in my pouch and how it feels to be tossed up on the beach.

Lance, many thanks for checking in on me. I hope to make it to Don's at the end of this month.