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!
