Sigh
Note to self, and to anyone who may be reading this blog (for whatever reason...yes, Megan, I'm looking at you...)
The dentist is EVIL. There's something about near-strangers sticking their hands in my mouth that really unnerves me. And asking me questions and expecting me to answer when there is a huge freaking needle buried somewhere in my gumline is not so pleasant either.
My last cavity was filled today, so I have six months (give or take) before I have to go back. My suffering is at a temporary recession. Megan's, on the other hand...well, I'll be thinking of you, Fuzzy Fingers. Don't give up, because you have to go see Watchmen with me. HAVE. TO.
-Bethany