I spent over an hour in the dentist chair today, white knuckled and praying to be done. And I am not even particularily dentist phobic. I remembered, while I was there, that a city I lived in in the past boasts of a dental museum. Though I lived there many years, I never went.
Who, I wonder, wakes up one day, and says "I know honey, let's take the kids and go to the dental museum!" Or even better yet "Sweatheart, let's start collecting DENTAL memorabilia and open a museum!"
Who, I wonder, wakes up one day, and says "I know honey, let's take the kids and go to the dental museum!" Or even better yet "Sweatheart, let's start collecting DENTAL memorabilia and open a museum!"