I would like to preface this entry by stating that my parents (bless them) have made a serious investment in my smile. My mom used to drive me to Edmonton from our small town every six weeks to have my braces adjusted, regardless of the weather or the amount of shuffling she had to do…
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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 