Just as long as Steve Martin isn't my dentist

When I was little I often times would memorize songs without understanding what the lyrics meant. If the song was peppy and happy I would just sing to my little hearts content. “The Dentist” song from Little Shop of Horrors, sung by the multi-talented Steve Martin, was by far one of my favorites to sing. It wasn’t until years later that I realized I was singing about a sadist dentist who is surprisingly very light on his feet. Singing that song 20 times a day when I was young must have subliminally instilled a tremendous phobia of the dentist in me because I hate, hate, HATE going to the dentist. Well after 4 years of digging my heels into the ground I was finally dragged down to Las Vegas to go to the dentist. My brother-in-law Josh is the best dentist ever so naturally he is the only one I would trust to be the least like Orin Scrivello, DDS. 2 Valium, 2 hours of laughing gas, 1 pulled tooth, and 2 implants later I was good as new…almost. (On a side note: Matt was very excited when he learned I had 2 implants put in but was quickly disappointed when he realized the implants were in my mouth.) In 4 months I’ll have to go back in again to finish the job and then I’ll really be as good as new. I owe I very big THANK YOU to Josh for being such a good dentist and drugging me up so well. It actually wasn’t half bad this time.