Jan. 3, 2008
What has six eyes and goes BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ?
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My dentist coming at me with a drill. And the six eye part? He has regular glasses and mounted on those glasses are some binocular thingies. In any other setting, a person would look like a bona fide fruitcake wearing them. One redeeming thing about these spectacled spectacles is the fact that you can't see the reflection of your tooth getting jack hammered out. Then the fun really begins when you check out. "Our prices went up a little," the receptionist informed me...her ZOOM! whitened smile glistening under the fluorescent lights. Country music played softly in the background while a drill whirred in the distance. My head still spinning from having my chompers drilled into, I was having a Salvador Dali moment. "Will I still be able to go to WalMart so I can feed my children?" I asked, in a rather thick voice. "That depends. How many kids do you have?" "Three?"I squeaked. I dabbed at the drool on my chin. The other front office gal looked in my direction stifling a smile. The receptionist slid the bill across the counter. "This is after insurance," she said. Next thing I remember, I was on the floor and there was a small crowd around me. The dentist was waving smelling salts under my nose. Well---not really but hey---a girl's gotta have a little fun writing, eh? So here I sit with a crooked smile, 600 mg of Ibuprofen pulsating through my body and considerably less money in our bank account. How sad. I hope the ibu doesn't wear off before I make it through the gauntlet at WalMart. But then again..I'll be making a small trip. Beans and rice this week, kids! Note to my children: God forbid I die prematurely, but if I do...get the fillings out of my teeth. It's your inheritance. |
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