Friday, July 23, 2010

The Final Feast


Last night we had all of Donald's co-workers over for a BBQ. I fondly thought of it as my final feast because today is the day.

The day that they are extracting my wisdom teeth.

Surprisingly, I am okay with this, which is so uncharacteristic for me. Because honestly, dental work usually falls into the same category as bees in my book: terrifying.

But the fact that I will be sound asleep is making this situation bearable. And the fact I've got Donald home for three days. That's good, right?

Wish me luck!

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