I was posting the results from last night's wine tasting on the web this morning feeling more than slightly pleased with myself for the progress of both my wine groups.
"Wednesday Women's Wine" started in my living room a year ago and now brings together some of the finest, funniest, most interesting ladies in the region. Last night offered a couple of killer wine finds and even better conversation. Tres cool.
"Women Who Wine" is my book-in-progress about a women's wine group. Those broads have been giving me fits for months, but have recently settled into their personalities. The dialogue is flowing and pages are rolling.
Throw in recent health solutions and the unusual convergence of both my college-age daughters on speaking terms with me and each other at the same time -- invincible did not begin to describe it.
Until my orthodontist's assistant returned my call.
Yes, I did lose my retainer on my last trip.
Yes, I understand I need to wear it every night.
No, I don't remember where I last had it.
Yes, it's really gone.
Yes, I understand it's taken a lot of time, effort and money to get my mouth fixed to this point.
Yes, I will come in this afternoon for a fitting.
Yes, I understand it will take a week for the new one to come in.
Yes, I will do everything I can to keep my teeth from shifting in the meantime.
Yes, I will be more careful with this one.
I wanted to tell her it wasn't my fault. And that it was the first one I lost in two years. And I knew that other kids lost them a lot more than I did. And that she was being mean.
But that would have been childish.
I waited until I hung up the phone before I stuck my tongue out at her.