I Am Falling Apart...And Other Random Blather

Last night I went into the bathroom to floss. My gum was a little sore and it felt like I had a piece of food (like maybe popcorn skin) stuck between my teeth. Whatever it was popped out, but it was far too crunchy to be food.

Because it's an upper right molar, I couldn't wrench my yap open far enough to see if it was all or part of a filling, but I suspect it was one of the two. Whatever it was, it went down the drain too fast to identify. The tooth looks normal from what I can tell. I don't think it's broken. I just can't get a close enough look at the darkened center to tell if what I'm seeing is filling or empty, gaping hole. I will schedule an appointment with the dentist. I'm due for a cleaning anyway.

My crappy eyesight isn't enough? Now I have to endure 1 or more sessions of oral torture, too? What's next?

I slept on the couch last night again due to sore hips. It finally dawned on me that I'd probably be able to sleep comfortably in bed if I took Tylenol PM before nodding off. It's safe during pregnancy, like benadryl, but has the added bonus of keeping my pain under control rather than just making me drowsy. I have no idea why this hadn't occurred to me previously.

Enough about my ever increasing decrepitude. Has anyone actually been watching the Olympics? I could not be less excited about them this year. I tried to watch a few minutes of the coverage late last night out of perceived patriotic duty, but couldn't cut it. I initially misread the program title as XXX Olympiad (rather than XXIX Olympiad). For a second I was like, "WOW! And I thought they were just on this late because of the time difference!!" I was sorely disappointed. I'm sure I'll be just as disappointed next time around when it really is the XXX Olympiad, but the clean version. Those Romans and their wacky numerals...

An update on the Caylee Anthony case. Apparently her mother, Casey, is claiming to have information regarding Caylee's whereabouts that she would like to share with her parents, but refuses to do so while still in prison where her communications are being monitored. She's supposedly keeping this info from the police to "protect" her daughter. The grandparents still believe Caylee is alive and that Casey knows who has her, but not where they are. They have insinuated that they are close to locating Caylee and should have some "good news" to share with the media shortly.

Meanwhile, the air in the trunk of Casey's car is being tested at the University of Tennessee's Body Farm. Police are still waiting for DNA results from materials found in the trunk. Oh, and let's not forget how Grandma told the 911 operator that the car smelled like it had "a dead body" in it and that a cadaver dog alerted to the scent in the trunk to boot.

I feel terribly for the grandparents. I'm sure they can't bring themselves to believe that their granddaughter is anything but alive and safe, but the fact that they have not convinced their daughter to be forthcoming to the police with any and all information she may possess regarding Caylee's whereabouts speaks volumes.

I've tried to put myself in their shoes and decide whether my absolute allegiance would be to my daughter or granddaughter if I somehow thought the former were responsible for or involved in the latter's death and/or disappearance. Perhaps they know that Caylee's gone, so they feel they have to protect their daughter rather than lose her, too. That's almost understandable if Caylee's death were accidental. Not so understandable in the case of intentional homicide, not that we know a) if she is indeed dead or b) the manner of death.

Regardless, I'm on pins and needles waiting for the DNA results and info from the Body Farm. I haven't been this wrapped up in a case since Martha Moxley and Chandra Levy.