I just came from the dentist. Funny, I remember how terrified I was to go to the dentist when I was a kid. All I ever thought about going to the dentist was to have my teeth pulled out. I once tried to hide out outside the dentist's office but I got so tired of waiting too long that I gave up. The moment I emerged from my hiding place, the receptionist finally called my name. I had to surrender.

Now I actually like going to the dentist. Well, that's an understatement. I only go when I have to. Well, I don't have perfect teeth, but at least I still have all my teeth. My cousin Beverly's teeth fell out because her dentist's assistant got too careless with the flouride or something. Now she's forced to start college with dentures. Yikes.

*gives the mirror a big smile*