December 2nd, 2003

ledbetter tat

The dentist

Thank the lord that picture of kitty cats romping with balls of yarn was plastered to the ceiling or I would have really noticed the two hands and a few machines that were in my mouth. While my gums were being scraped and tortured, and the dentist and her assistant were yapping at me, all I had to do was look up at the pussycats. Who could possibly feel any grinding, nerve-inducing pain when there are little kitties in my line of sight, right? At one point, the dentist dug deep and sent the rawness racing through my body like I just touched the third rail. Oh, what a widdle puddy tat!

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