I’m off to the dentist again this morning, which is not anyone’s idea of a good time. And since they’ll be sticking things under my gums AGAIN to measure how deep the pockets are, it’s certainly NOT MINE.
A conversation from last night:
Me: I have a dentist’s appointment tomorrow morning.
BDH: Wow. You go to the dentist more often than anybody I know.
Me: Yes. That’s right. That’s so when I am sixty, I won’t have big gaps where my teeth ought to be.
BDH: I fully support that.