Yes I've been on hiatus for a few days, especially since I was coming out of shock. And this isn't just any kind of shock. This is the ZOMGZ- I-still-have-two-baby-teeth sort of shock. Oops, did I give it away? Well, I still have two baby teeth. I'm not quite sure if that's a triumph of going against the natural order of things as I seem to be a master at that, or if I should be concerned. I just reacted to that the way I do to most things, laugh myself silly. I mean, when the dentist summons you in very seriously and goes, "This is slightly bad news", and then with a face like a meteor crashing down at the speed of light on your freshly baked cherry pie, she informs me that I am still a kid because I possess two milk teeth which for some reason have decided to remain eternally loyal to my gums. And to think that I was initially under the impression that too much headbanging would get your teeth to fall out. ( Worked when I was 13! )

Although I must say that most certainly wasn't the highlight of my little adventure into a dentist's office for the first time in 17 years. ( I have some brutal teeth yo ). It was when this happened:

DENTIST TELLS ME I HAVE BABY TEETH:




ME WHEN HE INFORMS ME I MIGHT HAVE TO REMOVE SAID TEETH:



WHEN HE TELLS ME I CAN GET IMPLANTS:

At first:



2 seconds later:



ME TRYING TO BE A GOOD PATIENT:




All I'm saying here is, make sure you brush your teeth 172765 times a day and knock them suckers out if they don't come out themselves, because you don't EVER want to be in a situation where your dentist confronts you about implants. Just saying.