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,
and if that were the case, i wouldn't mind
pulling one out and sleeping with it under my pillow.