So, we know I both fear and loathe Las Vegas going to the dentist, right? And that I semi-accidentally didn’t go for several years? And that, ironically, I broke a tooth (more accurately: an old filling fell out) while flossing, prompting an emergency visit to that place of fear and loathing? (If you didn’t know those things, consider yourself fully caught up.) Materials used: Pentel brush pen (pink)… and, um……
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Today: The only thing to fear, is the dentist’s drill.
[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] (…And fear itself. But let’s be honest, the drill’s scarier.) You’ll probably lose respect for me, assuming you had any in the first place, if I tell you how long I’ve put off going to the dentist. I consider myself to be…