Yesterday, Heidi went to the dentist for the first time. Not the first time ever, because . . . gross. But for the first time with this dentist. This particular dentist is also my dentist and he has known me since I was but a wee, little girl with wee, little teeth. He is the best dentist ever in the history of the world. Anyway, I emailed Heidi IMMEDIATELY to see how it went, because . . . work is boring? Yes, it is. And now! Conversations with my Roommate! Email edition!
Me: How was the dentist?
Heidi: The dentist was magical . . . you are a legend there. They all thought you were sweet and nice?!?! Wow, you have them fooled! I have to go back to have my jaw checked out. It clicks and pops when I chew so I have to have something made for my mouth.
Me: I am sweet and nice! Maybe your jaw wouldn’t click and pop if you’d stop with all the BJs.
Heidi: Haha, but I just can't stop!
Me: I understand. That's how I feel about crack.
Anyway, so I'm pretty sure I proved Heidi's point.