My friend Mary and I had this thing about the old 1-800-Dentist commercial, in that it would INCENSE my friend Mare because the lady recommending 1-800-dentist would pause to say, "here, let me get the number for you," as she flipped through her roledex. Oh, how this would burn my friend Mary UP. "THE NUMBER IS 1-800-DENTIST. WHAT IS THERE TO LOOK UP??" and it never got old for me seeing her lose her shit over it. I knew from then we were kindred spirits, even if she was old enough to be my Ma.
Anyway, all this to say I am off to the dentist this very minute having not been seen in 2.5 years. People, I made the appointment because, aside from the obvious "girl you need to" I am in pain, which reveals to me that shit aint right. It is no secret I have crap for teeth, and this, I feel, is the beginning of a very expensive and very painful series of appointments.
If I am not back to the space, please know if was nice knowing you, and that the dentist killed me dead with the drill. Or his bill.
Over/under on # of cavities or if I need a root canal/crown(s). Seriously, I think the situation is so bad no guess would be too extreme at this point.