Let 'er rip......

It was in Montana during the 1800’s and they were hanging an outlaw named Helms. When asked if he had any last words, he said, “Let ‘er rip.”......

So I went to the dentist t’day...(did I mention that he looks like the actor, Christopher Walken.)...I lay back in the chair ‘n tho’t...”Let ‘er rip.” “Course, I never said it. A little too macho ‘n a little too childish....
Speaking of ‘macho’...years ago I was faced with a problem involving a large Marine...He invited me to ‘step outside’ to resolve our difficulties...I complied, with great trepidation of course, simply because I could find no way out of it...
Going to the dentist seems always to involve ‘great trepidation’ for almost everyone ‘n I’m certainy no exception...I didn’t bother to check my blood pressure before but would bet money that it was elevated...and even tho’ I give myself insulin injections four times a day and prick my finger at least that many times, I never get used to it ‘n can’t get over an innate fear of needles....Ah well....I don’t know how many times he stuck me with the needle to deaden the pain but needles always hurt...when he pulled the six teeth, it didn’t hurt as much as the needles did.....
And of course, I gagged when he placed the denture in my mouth...that’s gonna take a little getting used to but what can’t be cured, must be endured....what my Mama always said her Mother told her...
At any rate, I seem to have endured...my smile is greatly improved ‘n in a few days I hope t’ be able to eat something other than pablum....
Millyrose is walking the dogs this evening by herself ‘n she just informed me that it’s raining....early but not unheard of ‘n besides, I love a rainy nite.....