Hearts and Flowers and Fuzzy Bunnybees

February 17, 2012

Ahhhh, Saturday. . .

Another day, another opportunity to pencil “Oral Surgery” in on my calendar.

For someone who lives in mortal dread of dentists, I’m on first-name basis with an alarming number of them lately.

Luckily, my frequently-overwrought coping skills have risen to the challenge, and decided that these little. . . interludes. . . are nothing more than montage sequences from the inevitable biopic of my life.

I’m quite convinced that the payoff will involve me turning into a superhero in the third act.

Like this.

Like this.

Or maybe a Jedi.

Yeah, probably a Jedi.

Yeah, probably a Jedi.

In the meantime, there’s a pool going to see how many times I will say to my roommate Saturday*:

“Doctor’s orders. Been sewn up onna face, sir.”

I will probably also attempt to convince her of my awesome mutant powers, and that I should definitely be allowed to go to the party Saturday night.  Only one of these things will be a good idea.



*Sadly, my roommate does not read Pratchett. Luckily for her, though, me on drugs is ALWAYS hi-larious.


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