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So, waah and whine. Yes, I know I'm lucky to have access to regular checkups and I'll be happy when I'm old gumming my apple crisp, but right now I dread several things:
Loss of time on my new novel. I want to edit that thang. Waah!
The taste of dentist in my mouth. It's going to linger for several hours; I can already feel it. Blech!
The free little pack of floss destined to sit in a drawer with all the other free little packs of floss. Note - must clean out that drawer after I edit the novel.
Hunger - dentist appointments always seem to come at lunchtime. Boo!
Toy chest - maybe I would like an eraser or styrofoam plane too??? Just sayin
Boredom - nothing to do but listen to the hygienist and not talk back, what with the glaved fingers in my epiglottis and all.
Oh, I guess she might put on the Chew for me, but that returns us to the hunger issue.
No, look - I'm being a big old baby here, but I've had to physically restrain myself from canceling this appointment for those reasons. Nothing to do but suck it up (along with a lot of saliva) and suffer through.
Next on the fun to-do list : Boob squish day!
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