Now I am no longer wise! Yes, this morning, at 10:30, I went to see my oral surgeon to have my four widsom teeth removed. On the drive home, my mother had to pull over because she was laughing so hard at me. Apparently, I would not stop talking, or calling her "Hey lady." I remember very little of this morning or afternoon, except that I was still talking, even with gause (sp?) in my mouth because of the bleeding. As the day went on, my drugs wore off, and I was forced to listen to all that I had said and done in my drugged stupor. Word to the young--never have any secret untold to your mother or father before having your wisdom teeth removed. You will tell them EVERYTHING.