Friday, July 11, 2008
the last word on dentists (I hope!)
The only occasion I have had since getting rid of the Neon to regret our one-car existence was riding the subway home from the dentist yesterday. It was full of happy, shiny people heading to an afternoon Phillies game. As they chatted and laughed, all I could do was hope desperately that bloody drool wasn't sliding down my numb lips.