Dentist

Yesterday I went to the dentist for a cleaning and check-up. While I was sitting there, with torture tools in my mouth, I had a vision. It was one of the hygentist getting one of those silly picks stuck between my teeth. I would then have to walk around all day with the metal handle hanging out of my mouth. I was a scary thought. But, she was good, and I am not a metal mouth.

In related news, when the dentist was finished with the exam, I asked him, "Are you from Richmond?" and he said yes. Then I asked, "Is your mother's name Janet?" and with a really confused look, he said yes. I then spilled the beans to let him know that one of his cousins is my dad. It was a good time.