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Suffice it to say that three hours in a periodontist's chair makes one appreciate having the right drugs at the right time. I'm feeling like a fat chipmunk on the left side of my face, and I'm keenly aware of some tender teeth, but with regular doses of ibuprofen, I am functioning. Tonight was our turn to have our potluck group at our house. We never plan, no one ever tells anyone else what they are making or bringing, and somehow for about 10 years we have not yet had a meal that is all brownies or all vegetables. Tonight we had salmon, spinach and mushrooms, meatloaf (made with horseradish), scalloped potatoes, tomato and mozzarella salad, brownies, and ice cream cake. That's right, blue frosting.