The money pit

This morning I am headed out to my dentist, ONCE AGAIN. Jason's affectionately calls my mouth "the money pit." Most of you are aware that my teeth are like my dad's- constantly falling apart, literally. So my latest struggle has been two molar teeth that have corners chipped off of them. How you ask? Beats me. It happens often. I've had so many cavities, root canals, bonds replaced, and teeth repaired that I forget which ones have been worked on and which ones haven't. But the interesting thing is what they break on. Pizza and Ruffles chips to name two.

And once again it's raining. For the last 5 years that I've had a dentist appointment it has rained on the day of my visit, just adding to the gloominess of yet another procedure. Would you pray that this visit won't be like my last? When asked how it went last time I actually told Jason that it it was easier to deliver a baby than sit through that dental work. I still believe that even today. So I'm off now, just pulling myself up by the bootstraps knowing it should all be done within an hour. Whew!