Ammon took the day off work to go on a date with me . . . to the dentist. Our last trip to the dentist was 10 years ago for Ammon and 6 years ago for me. 12 x-rays, 2 cleanings, 6 cavities, 4 shots, another appointment in two weeks, and $525 later, we walked out numb-mouthed and tongues the size of gorilla fists. I lucked out marrying Ammon because I didn't fully realize the quality of genes he has hopefully passed on to our children. He had his first and only cavity filled today. I had the other five.
Guess which one of us brushes her teeth 4 times a day AND flosses? Guess which one of us brushes his teeth maybe once a day and NEVER flosses? Guess which one of us has thrown up at least 300 times when she was pregnant? Thanks a lot for ruining my teeth offspring!
Sarcasm aside, I am so grateful for modern times and modern medicine. I won't lie. I wanted Ammon to hold my hand while I got 3 shots in my mouth. But I didn't. And I didn't pass out! I just pretended the shots were like epidurals - the most expensive and amazing thing I've ever used. In fact, I wish I could pack an epidural in my 72 hour kit.
Anyway, we recouped the cost by selling our Honda. (Which we were going to anyway - now we don't have to take money out of savings). Back to being a 1 car family - like the newlyweddish days.