you'll see a dentist

I love going to the dentist. It's a gift that keeps on giving! First you get the fun when you're actually in the chair, enjoying that lovely drill sound, and then the next day you get to have a sore mouth. It's wonderful!

It was funny, because for the first two or three hours after I got my fillings yesterday, I couldn't wait for the Novocaine to wear off, so I could stop lisping and drooling. Then when it did, I decided that maybe lisping and drooling hadn't been so bad....

There were some lighter moments, though. This is, without a doubt, the first time a dentist has ever asked me if I'd seen 'Little Shop of Horrors'.

You know, when a dentist, or anyone for that matter, is drilling in your mouth, Little Shop of Horrors is not really the mode of conversation I would want to see flow. Must be the dental time of year... I just forced myself to pick a dental establishment and made an appointment, as did my office-mate.

heh - for me, it's always dental time of year. sigh.