...quiet, about a lot of things...
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
The Dentist..My New Drug Dealer
I had Satan for a dentist as a child. A REALLY BAD DUDE. Uses his elbow to keep me still in the chair. Yikes..Shivers 35 years later.
My new dentist is a saint. A sexy saint at that. He used to have a short beard and I was very smitten. Now, he has shaved it.. but I still find him yummy. He is the kindest man I have ever met. He makes me comfortable. Hence the drugs. Valium to sleep the night before. Nitros to make time float by on the back of pretty pink unicorns.
And for my root canal, a few weeks ago...a nifty new drug, Halycon...ie THE MIND ERASER...was unreal. Root canal???? I think I had one..really can't remember! LOVE that!
He also flattered me into braces....and told me I could make a living in Hollywood. So whats not to love! No wonder I have proposed to him several times, under the influence...
Unfortunately he's married...and so am I. I've confessed this little crush to my husband. His answer was vintage Michael.
"You should marry him. You'd sure save a hell of a lot of money...I could be your boy toy on the side."
Huh...now that's something to think about.....