The one where I go to the dentist

I have a perfectly nice dentist who believes that dental work shouldn’t hurt.  She has  that happy gas. Her office is really nice and clean and bright. She takes my insurance.

So I go in yesterday for a crown and a huge filling. I remember talking to the check in guy and telling him that I had paid for this last time I was in. (I was out of checks). Then I got plugged into the happy gas. And that is ALL I remember.

I know I must have called my daughter, since I got home. But really, I don’t remember anything.

My kind of dentist.

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