1) On Wednesday I got my first dental filling. I freak out over getting shots in my arm so it wasn’t a surprise that I would freak out over getting one in my MOUTH. Before the dentist even walked into the room I was crying and gripping my mom’s hand as tightly as I possibly could. (I think my ring inflicted partial damage?) Thankfully the woman was very understanding and gave me a gas called Nitris…God’s gift to aichmophobes everywhere. Now, I’ve never been high on drugs before, but if I could guess what being high feels like, I’m sure it would feel something like Nitris. My whole body tingled, my vision got really blurry, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep. (which I think I did) Anyways, I don’t remember anything about the procedure but apparently I made a fool of myself (so says my mom). She’s threatened to bring the video camera next time to show my future husband before the wedding, just in case he wants to back out. This certainly causes a girl to brush her teeth 5 times a day… : )
Directly after my trip to the dentist, I had a job interview at Lifetime Fitness to be a swim instructor. I feel sorry for the woman who had to watch my drool my way through my answers. Thankfully they were very understanding and I have a second interview next week.
2) A few days ago my friend wrote, “GET A REAL JOB and clean out your car!” all over my driver’s side window with paint. I didn’t have a chance to wash it off and so I’ve been driving around getting the strangest looks from fellow drivers. Today I took my sister shopping and we came to a red light at a busy intersection. Sitting directly beside us was a homeless man with his Bible verse sign and starving dog. I felt sorry for him so I almost gave him my French fries but then he read my car and started yelling and cussing at us. I quickly locked my door of course, but he started banging on my window. When the light turned green, I squealed my tires for the first time, trying to get out of there as fast as my little car would let me.
When we got home, we told my dad and he laughed and thought it was funny. My mom on the other hand called the cops when she found out. "It takes a psychopath to do something like that to two young girls. And I don't want a psychopath on the streets of Cary. We're NOT Durham yet!"
Both of their reactions make me laugh.