♥ sweet tooth.

i dread going to the dentist.

not because i am particularly afraid of drills, novacaine or root canals

(all of which i am unfortunately all too familiar with)

but because of the guilt i feel whenever my dentist tells me

that despite my incessant brushing, flossing, perscription tooth pasting,

i somehow always manage to have a cavity.

i think if my choppers could have a say in the matter,

they may look a lot and act alot like the feisty, rambunxious little teeth

ickle & Lardee from the dangerously sweet blog,

my milk toof .

and if that were the case, i wouldn't mind

pulling one out and sleeping with it under my pillow.

xo.