(Yes, I named this after a Veronica Mars episode....)
Ever since I can remember I have disliked the dentist... severely. I used to start crying as soon as the Dr. put his gloves and mask on. I remember thinking to my 5-year-old self, "Why are you crying? They haven't even done anything yet." Well, I figured it out! I was crying in subconscious anticipation of the experiences I would have at the dentist later in life. And that is all I am gonna say about that.
P.S. Today was my last day of work at Ave Maria. I am sure going to miss that job. I loved it and I was totally pampered and adored for no apparent reason. Thanks to everyone there. :)
Much Love!!
