My husband takes his MP3 player and listens to music.
I make up a things in my head while the Dentist is busy needling, grinding, pushing and prodding... doing the crown prep...
If I finish it, I'll write it out for you; the story poem about a King who loses his crown... how does it start? Like this:
The King awoke one morning and leapt up with a frown. "Help! Oh, someone help!" he cried, "I think I've lost my crown!"
The Royal Cat, quite undisturbed, was purring on the bed. "But Sire," the little Page said, "Sire, your crown is on your head!"
"No, not that,"was the King's reply. He groaned then said no more. He held his face between his hands and sank down to the floor.
The Royal Page was worried, so he ran to fetch the Queen. "Your Majesty, please hurry! Such things I've never seen!".
The Queen went bustling to the room, "Come, come, what's going on?" The moaning King just mumbled, "My crown! My crown is gone!"
So... we'll see if that goes anywhere.
It got me through the hour and a half that I spent in The Chair, anyway.
And I got the cupcakes iced, and I made quite a cute pumpkin cake (well, a round white cake decorated to look like a jack-o-lantern) which I think I will send along to the Youth Group Bible Study/ Halloween gathering tomorrow night. It was intended for the bake sale at the school tomorrow, but I can't be 100% sure it's not a bit soggy in the middle. (so I'm comfortable giving it away or feeding it to my family, but not offering it up for sale!)
And so, onward and upward.