Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment. For all of you with strong teeth enamel, this sounds like no big deal. I do not belong to your club. I have weak teeth. The amount of money I have invested in my mouth could solve global warming, or something like that. My dentist once told me, "You are the reason I can go on vacation." I have had root canals, crowns, cavities....you name it. I have a dirty mouth.
There's a new dentist in the office, now. The son of the original dentist in this practice has now graduated from dental school. He has 2 more brothers coming up after him. The problem is, the new kid is like 15. OK, more like 25. And, he's hot. Isn't the term "hot dentist" an oxymoron? It's a very weird experience to have a hot dentist. I have confessed his hotness to my husband, don't worry. Mike's definitely not worried. When hot dentist takes a look inside MY mouth, I'm pretty sure there's no attraction.
Tomorrow's just a cleaning. But, I'm sure I'll get news of some new issue with my teeth. Our tax refund is going to finance hot dentist's trip to Fiji.