I had another dental appointment this morning. It took three needles to freeze me, but the permanent crown is on, and it had darn well better be permanent . George after some treats last week. My bite feels a teensy bit off, but at this stage I really don't care. (He did fiddle/adjust the crown, but didn't want to shave too much off.) As long as the thing stays on and I can chew, I'm good. I laughed, though, when he asked me (before he cemented it on) if I wanted to look at it first. What's to see? It's a gold crown on a far back molar, who cares what it looks like. LOL. Function over fashion! (Note: I would have cared if it had been a visible tooth, though! I'm not completely without vanity, not by a long shot. If the tooth were visible I would have had porcelain.) Below, two cuties from last week (I think), when it was actually sunny and warm. We currently seem to be back to winter. I dropped an obscene amount of money this weekend on two pairs of 7D...