I went to the dentist this morning. And I can’t help it, but every time I go, I feel like a big kid. The dentist was a totally miserable experience for me when I was little and so making appointments and going every six months just makes me feel like a responsible adult. Anywho, I got a clean bill of health from the dentist–and a stern lecture about flossing from the hygienist.
And then as a treat, I stopped at the Panera on the UES (my dentist is right next to Bloomingdales) and got a bagel and had it bread-sliced.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 