So the dentist's office has been calling me lately to remind me that it's time for the girl's check up. I'm excited about this, because I'm finally covered for dental. But of course, with work being nuts, I've consistently forgotten to call.
Today on my lunch hour, I sat, thoughtfully chewing on a chicken sandwich, thinking to myself "That's right, I should call the dentist today" and...
Friggin tooth is now a jagged shard. From a SANDWICH of all things.
Where was I... ? Oh right.. call dentist.
(did they plan this?)