November 9th, 2005

grave

(no subject)

Went to the dentist this morning before coming to work. This is never a stressful trip for me because I have the best dentist in the world. I've been going to the same guy since I cut my first tooth - in fact, he came to my wedding. The only thing I worry about is that some day this man is going to retire. I'm still going to have teeth then, and this makes me really nervous. In fact, I had anxiety dreams about it this weeks - trying to find another dentist that isn't insane is definitely not at the top of the list of things I want to have to worry about.

This morning, in addition to the good news that he's pushing my xrays to 3 year intervals, I found out that I actually share a hygenist with my dad. This is hilarious because she's a wonderful and talkative person, so she gets to hear about both of our versions of the family. She, along with the rest of the free world, loves my dad. He's always got a smile for everyone and tells stories wonderfully. He's the best storyteller I've ever met, even making his time in the mine sound interesting. It seems that he's been bragging about the workbench we just finished and telling people his plans of making a trip around the country on his motorcycle with his brothers.

So now, it seems that I owe pictures of the workbench to my dentist. That's one of the weirdest sounding things I've ever typed.