Thursday, June 04, 2009
So I hate going to the dentist.
But no matter how much I hate it, I go every six months like clock work. And in the days before I go, I start dreading it. Because I don't like things in my mouth that sound like they should be used to drill holes in asphalt and OMG, that pointy metal thing you are using to tear my sensitive gums apart? THAT HURTS!
Today was my dentist day. I should take this opportunity to tell you that right around the corner from my dentist's office is the kids' pediatrician's office.
Can you tell where this going?
I drive up, get out of the car and walk into the office. Only I'm not in the dentist's office. I'm in the pediatrician's office. See, this is what having kids does to your brain. I blame it on force of habit. Either that or my body was rejecting the dentist.
Speaking of rejection: Dear Blossom, I reject you and your dumb and almost irresponsible parenting practices. Call me when there's a Blossom reunion.
Blossom should know better than to get me started on vaccines.