I went to the dentist this morning. For the first time in 11 years. Yeah, that's right, eleven years. I was scared to death. The good news is I have no cavities - meaning I've never ever had a cavity. The Doc told me my teeth are the best he's seen all week and that I "have something special here" and to "take care of it". I have perfect teeth folks, that's right perfect. Well, perfect minus the bad news anyway - all four of my wisdom teeth need to be extracted. So on the 23rd of June (the absolute soonest they could get me in) I have an appointment with an oral surgeon to have them removed. I chose the nitrous oxide instead of being knocked clear out. I wonder if that was the best idea ever. The woman I talked to at the surgeon's office told me since the teeth have all broken the surface I should be just fine being awake for it. Let's hope she's right. I should have asked her if she still has her wisdom teeth. I'm not a nervous wreck yet. That'll take place around the 22nd of June.