A Coffin Shop Stalker?

So Froopert left Trinidad this morning to go to Tobago - the idyllic sister isle.
She will be there for one week, learning to be a fisherman. She will be specialising in catching crabs and pacro.
You can view a pacro here on Froopert's less insane blog.
I also have a small video of one being pried loose from it's rock.



Because I will not be able to chat as usual with Froopert while she's fishing, I stayed up until 2:30am talking and laughing with her and our other good friend, Abi.
I am 6 hours ahead of Froopert, and even more hrs ahead of Abi in Costa Rica, so they started to tease me that I was the only awake person in Bucharest.

I was dubbed the 'Coffin shop Stalker' by Abi, because she remembered said I live opposite coffin maker's shop...
I'm trying hard to be offended, but somehow I find that's kinda cool...

*sigh*

Half brains and dental health ( I think I have a stalker)

Hello my Dearly Beloved,
This is Frooples.
I hope you are in the best of health.

So I am currently having some problems with 2 of my 4 mandibular third molars, a.k.a my wisdom teeth. My upper left and lower right are in the process of moving around under there.

All four of them are impacted by the way, and my upper right actually came out and is now viewing the world from the direction of my ear and not downward like his brothers ( yes, my teeth are all male).

The lower right (and left) are probably inside my jaw and I rue the day when I will have to operate (not me operate on myself, I mean when I'll go to a dental surgeon and ask him to oblige).

The upper left, like his comrade on the right, is already partially exposed and making sure that I know he's there. Of course, this emergence of new and unwelcome teeth means trouble for the teeth I am already using.

The tooth next to my front teeth, what's that called again? My incisor? has decided he's crowded and is valiantly trying to escape my mouth.
In the space of two weeks, this tooth has moved out of the ranks and is trying to go AWOL.
Fortunately, my upper lip is handling the situation for the moment and I don't have a snaggle tooth poking out the front of my face . . . yet.

My lower jaw, on the right side is swollen and my totally erupted upper right wisdom teeth is rubbing against my tender, swollen gum. (I don't know how it can face my ear and still do that) Not comfortable in the least. Anyhow, don't worry too much about me - fortunately I am still capable to swallowing, if not chewing my food :)

So, a few days ago I told my good friend about my wisdom teeth issues and she looked at me with a surprised expression and said "Aren't you a little bit OLD for wisdom teeth problems?" I am 29 years old dear reader. I asked her what age did you evict your wisdom teeth? "Oh! I got them out at around 22 yrs!"
So I checked Wikipedia and sure enough, I'm too old for these kinda shinanegans. My answer, to her and to you is:

What do you expect, from a person who only has half a brain? Obviously I will develop slower than others! Du-uh!

I will get them yanked out, just the timing isn't right. Later this year, surely.

Now, on to more important topics, I think I have a stalker!
He has commented on my last post and showed an unnatural interest me. It's a bit unnerving to know there is a creep out there who is waiting patiently by his computer, to see when I post, so he can reply... Frankly, I'm surprised a man with wooden teeth actually HAS a computer... I wonder where he got it, maybe he can get one for me...