Unless my overly stressed-out husband changes his mind, I’ll be rocking a solo game tonight at the Busch’s Restaurant/Bar Thingie (aka JB’s Smokehouse). My attempt to get my buddy Kim off the bench was unsuccessful.

I can’t blame my dear husband for being stressed. It’s a busy time for him as he wraps up his deadlines, and he’s also got the worry of potential dental bills on his mind (good timing, you pesky painful molar)! Yeah, happy holidays to you too, you painful molar! Actually, it’s not giving me any trouble right now, and hasn’t since about 5 this morning (you gotta take these things hour by hour…seriously, you do).

I’ll be hitting the dentist Friday. Not literally “hitting the dentist!” My husband’s employer switched dental care providers, so we have to shop for a new dentist starting Jan. 1. Dang, just when I was starting to like our current dentist!

I’ll just be thinking of my trivial pursuits tonight as “warming the bench.” I stand no chance whatsoever of toppling “that” barhop team. But you never know! I could get a “dream” question set tailored just for me! We can ALL dream, can’t we?