Serious business!
...I am no big fan of going to the dentist. Might correlate with the fact that I was a total cookiemonster when I was a youngster (who am I trying to kid writing in past tence. I STILL AM!) and therefore I had like 13 cavities at one point (and if that's not a traumatic experience, what is). But now it was time again...to sit down in that chair of horror.
This time I was prepared, though. My weapon against the Monster in a White coat: HAPPY
SOCKS!
I don't know what happened, maybe I really tamed the Monster, because the experience wasn't half as bad as I remembered. Sure, I was sweating like a pig (there I go again, smearing the good rep of pigs. Sorry pigs. I know you don't even sweat) and my eyes might have teared up once or twice, but I did good.
The feeling of half your face being numb...
Happy socks. Happy Mioli.
This works better on dentist than any socks.
ReplyDeleteSöta Mioli!! Du är för gullig!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha Vesa! :)
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