The Adventures of the Dentist office.
Well now, where should I begin? Maybe the beginning. So the day started off good with a lovely call to my mother, who made me feel like a bad person, but all is good now. Then I went to my grandma’s, and then I called Jenn after I got out of the shower. The funny thing was she just got out of the shower too. I found it funny. Then I went and bought some chili and headed over to Jenn’s house for some fun girl talk and ghetto pops.
After our discussion of our plan for the week I headed to the dentist.
Here is where the fun begins. To be a dentist I think you have to be mentally ill, and have a fetish for teeth. I swear those people love to make you bleed, and poke you with those metal things. I still hear the scraping of metal on my teeth.............. Then she was talking about her daughter and I was so bored. Then there was some more poking with her instruments of death. Then the real dentist came in and was talking about how they made a good choice by pulling my upper firsts and lower seconds. That was interesting talk, and after that I swished Tropical Blast fluoride in my mouth for two minutes. That stuff was neither tropical or a blast, and I couldn’t taste for a long time after. When I got home I got to make some chicken fajitas. I love to cook, and fajitas are yummy! I am probably gonna watch Bad Santa with my lovely family. Tomorrow I hope to go to the Bed Bath and Beyond to pick stuff up cause I have nothing better to do. Did I mention my sister also went to the dentist, and she is really pretty? Sometimes I wish I were more like her, but then I think and I would rather not because I have this thing called personality and common sense that she lacks.
After our discussion of our plan for the week I headed to the dentist.
Here is where the fun begins. To be a dentist I think you have to be mentally ill, and have a fetish for teeth. I swear those people love to make you bleed, and poke you with those metal things. I still hear the scraping of metal on my teeth.............. Then she was talking about her daughter and I was so bored. Then there was some more poking with her instruments of death. Then the real dentist came in and was talking about how they made a good choice by pulling my upper firsts and lower seconds. That was interesting talk, and after that I swished Tropical Blast fluoride in my mouth for two minutes. That stuff was neither tropical or a blast, and I couldn’t taste for a long time after. When I got home I got to make some chicken fajitas. I love to cook, and fajitas are yummy! I am probably gonna watch Bad Santa with my lovely family. Tomorrow I hope to go to the Bed Bath and Beyond to pick stuff up cause I have nothing better to do. Did I mention my sister also went to the dentist, and she is really pretty? Sometimes I wish I were more like her, but then I think and I would rather not because I have this thing called personality and common sense that she lacks.