My dentist has her office 200 feet away from my house. So whenever I try to sneak by on my way home, she pulls me in with a happy, “Since you are here anyway, let’s get some more work done!”

After the ravages pregnancy inflicted on my teeth, the dentist will have work to do for years to come.

I’m typing this from a dental chair, by the way.

2 responses to “Happy Dentist”

  1. David Bellamy Avatar

    It will, of course, become necessary to go to work in disguise.

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    1. bloggerclarissa Avatar

      Maybe I can dress like a hiker. 🙂

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