I spent 3 hours and 10 minutes in the dental chair. I didn't slap anyone or bite anyone nor get up and bolt. (And yes, I have done two of the three in the past.) I ingested as many drugs as they would give me and let the Lubricator pamper me. I have slept more in the last two days than I did during the whole previous week. The house is full of flowers. Flowers make me happy. The Lube makes me happy. My thoughtful man deserves Italian food since it makes him happy. I'll be cooking stuff W4D likes the rest of the week. I might even meet him at the door this eve with my hair combed and wearing lipstick, bearing a tray of cocktails and hors doeuvres. A man who fills the house with flowers deserves some special treats. Plus, he took time off from work to hold my hand and calm me down.
That, or he didn't want me out on the roads zonked out of my gourd.
Either way, he deserves some special consideration.
Red Camellia on my dinner tray