Man, I'm really starting to trip about this wisdom tooth thing(And having to go in on Sunday morning like I'm a gutshot mobster and the vet's gonna take the bullet out cause he's...a friend of ours...TOTALLY NOT HELPING.) I know it's routine and I've been stalling for ages, but still? This is one place where I'd gladly be special and hangout on the sidelines.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I mean, I've absolutely had hack doctors before, but this time I'll be unconscious, practically. And it's not helpful to tell a control freak like me "You won't feel a thing." What if the drugs make me sick? What if they are the sensation I've been waiting for all my life? What if my mother does actually crawl up my ass? And my dad is paying, so I'm sure the excitement won't be over when the teeth are gone...OMG, KMN.
I won't lie, erika, getting your wisdom teeth out isn't fun, but the seriously unfun parts are short lived. Plus there's usually ice cream.
At least there are only two. And ice cream's good.
I don't remember ice cream so much - but mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, and pudding are all pleasant memories.
Easy healing-ma.
smonster, it's long, and I don't know how much your sister would appreciate Tumblr tags/commentary, but I found this hilarious: [link]
Tep,
LOVED the pictures. Just loved them. Thank you so much for sharing.
Thanks! And you're welcome!
It was snowing this morning. I object.
The cats page made my day.