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Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei.


Things are getting rather hectic down upon Kingston Beach, with a re-enactment of the Battle of Jutland to celebrate the birth of Christ!

It's my day off today, but any joy is tempered by a dentist appointment with that dreaded word ringing in my ears:
extraction.

Comments

smudgeon said…
"Everything has an end, but a sausage has two"?

How quintessentially German.
Kris McCracken said…
If you check my reading list, I'm on a real German kick at the moment.
Mike said…
Funny that I should read this post now! At lunch today, half of a back molar broke off!
Rebecca said…
Oh...I feel your pain, literally...going through an implant process right now, myself...
You must NEVER schedule an extraction on a day OFF from work!
Hope it went well.
Carola said…
You know, I like your German titels. This one is very famous. But where do you have them from? Do you speak some German?
Hi! Kris,
I have a dreaded dentist appointment scheduled for next week...so I can feel your "pain" too!

DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
Otin, it is a cruel world!
Kris McCracken said…
Rebecca, that's next on my list!
Kris McCracken said…
Jill, the earliest day I could get!
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, my German is very basic. I read a lot of German novels (English translation), and a lot of sayings slip through.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, the dentist part was fine. The next two days, less so.

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