Tuesday, June 01, 2010

show me your teef...

As though the whole starting-the-week-as-the-dentist isn't bad enough, my dentist is a goofball, like your friend's dad who tells goofy jokes and tries to be "cool".

And he has country music pumped through the office.

And he sings along.

And he made me wear a pair of Oakleys while he was drilling my teeth.

And the initial numbing stuff tasted like too-sweet bubble gum.

And the filling stuff tasted like raw pumpkin.

And then there's that SMELL.

And half my face is still numb.


On the upside, though, not a whole lot of places for the week to go but up from here*, right?




*I fully intend to delete this when/if it turns into famous last words.