’cause i ain’t no hollaback girl

I can’t get the image of a gyrating gwen stefani out of my mind today.

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So, I changed dentists (long story), and the hygenist I had at my new dentist drove me crazy. I’m not one for small talk with ANYONE, but especially someone who’s poking and prodding around in my mouth with sharp objects. Plus, this woman had this annoying giggle that followed everything she said. "So, where do you work? (giggle). Did you have a good weekend? (giggle)." Enough already.

By the way, I have great teeth. Never had a cavity in my life. The dentist said I’m in the top one percent of all the teeth she’s ever seen. 😛

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What if the hokey pokey IS what it’s all about?

shades of purple

July 13, 2005

way to go mr. top-one-percent! 🙂

btw…your last comment reminded me of this… With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week….

Larry La Prise, the man who wrote “The Hokey Pokey,” died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in, and then the trouble started. SHUT UP. You know it’s funny. 🙂

Why is it that dentist’s always talk to you when they have their hands in your mouth? It isn’t like you can answer them back and have it sound halfway coherant. *sheesh* Cute pic by the way:)