3pm. Dentist appointment.
Confession: I haven't been to the dentist in 4 YEARS. That's right. I used to have a strict "hot dentist only" policy**. My sister helped me find one. He was gorgeous and he smelled really nice. Then he told me I needed to have my wisdom teeth taken out. That I would have to see an "oral surgeon."
So, we broke up. I never went back. Never looked back. I have 5 wisdom teeth. Yep, that's right, five. I'm scared of going to the dentist today. I don't even know if he's hot. Or a man, for that matter. I don't care. I just have to face this fear, and get it over with.
I don't know what I'm going to do if/when he or she tells me I need to get all 47 of my wisdom teeth taken out - the reason I've never done this is I've never had anyone around that can drive me home/take care of me afterwards. So, maybe they'll make a housecall and give Brokaw caregiving instructions? Hmm.
**I blame my mother for this. Dr. Levin, my childhood dentist, was DREAMY.