This piece was originally published on my first blog in 2009. While my parents were waiting for me to be born, my dad was dead certain that I would be a boy. He got over his shock quickly when he was told he had a daughter, but unfortunately, I was born bald and stayed that…
Misadventures in Dentistry, Part 1: Farewell Eyeteeth
There are few things I hate without adequate reason. I hate high squealy noises (that kid in Walmart who has decided that he needs that super-intergallactic-robot-dizzy-bake-oven or he will die) because they make the insides of my ears burrow further toward my brain. I hate spiders because they have more legs than any living thing…
Blue Speckled Pup 