The only satisfaction I get from going to the dentist is that I make him as miserable as he makes me. I'm allergic among other things to needles. My body goes rigid before the needle even approaches my mouth. "Open your mouth, NO, you have to open your mouth, NO, open it, make me". Such are our conversations. Poor man, he was alot younger before I became his patient. So here I sit as the novocaine wears off, not much wanting to do anything really. But I could go for a triple chunk chocolate chip cookie from Barnes and Noble. Only that would mean getting dressed, going down, driving the car allllll the way over to Glades Road, hunting for a parking spot since it a real popular mall (it's opposite the university, all those college kids munching on triple chunk chocolate chip cookies), waiting on line, getting back in the car, driving home, going upstairs, getting undressed etc, etc. I think I'll just sit here and be miserable and watch Law and Order reruns.
Oh, here's Gertie unashamedly showing her girth.
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