Visit to the Dentist: Fight to the Death
HE’S KILLING ME.
My husband took the day off today (this NEVER happens) to run several errands. He told me about this a week ago. So I quickly made a dentist appointment for him. Remember, he has a chipped tooth for 3 months and insists that this is perfectly normal.
I’m so glad it doesn’t bother him. I suppose if you compare it to the front missing tooth that he had for an entire YEAR, it’s really not that big a deal.
Anyway, I told him about the appointment this morning–they won’t even DO anything, just look and tell you what they’ll do next time. He starts insisting that chipped teeth are fine–why do I have to be such a picky and controlling wife. They’re HIS teeth after all.
He finally went. I can’t believe it. I kind of feel like calling NBC. Seriously, this is huge news. And it’s very happy news for me. The tooth won’t be fixed today. But at least this is a step in the right direction.