Domestically Dentally Disabled

February 5, 2013

I had to go to the dentist yesterday. And I cried like a small child. So much so, that they brought a second hygenist in just to whisper words of encouragement. She told me that "going to the dentist is hard, but I was doing a really good job." Which of course just made me cry harder. Yes, ladies and gentleman, that's right. I have a phobia of the dentist. To give you a picture of just how legitimate this was, they offered to help me find a dentist who practices full sedation so I could be knocked out while they work on my teeth.
Fortunately for me, dental disability is not my only fine, fine characteristic. I am also domestically disabled. If you don't believe me, check out these texts I found from my weekend adventure trying to cook Whiskey Walnut Blondies for the Super Bowl:


  1. (OMG blogger hates me. I literally cannot post a comment)

    A. YAYAY you're on blogspot!!!!!
    B. I just laughed really loudly while sitting alone at Starbucks at your dentist story.

    I lurv you elpster

  2. I've nominated you for a Liebster Award! Check it out here :)

    1. Thank you, Kimberly! I'm so happy you've enjoyed my blog, and so excited that you chose to share it with others!!


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