Who loves the dentist?

I do. Psych. I hate him, and his stupid grandma assistant. Not really though. As a person, I really like our dentist. He is a great guy and a great dentist. I just hate what dentists do. I hate the concept. As you have probably guessed Jesse and I recently went to the dentist. Jesse was just going for a check up and I was going because we thought I had an infection. So, Jesse has been to the dentist once since we have been married and hasn't been in for a cleaning since 2006. I have been a zillion times and was just there eight months ago. Jesse comes out and she has one cavity! Yes, I freaking said ONE! I go in and it turns out the infection is from a tooth that has died and killed the one next to it. Now I brush my teeth two times a day and don't eat any worse than Jesse does, and I was just there eight months ago and none of this was there. So goody for me, I have to go back in two weeks to have a root canal. Sweet. I have only had two before, I was starting to think it was time to have another one. I need that pain. It makes me feel good. I love them drilling a hole and putting that screw thing into my teeth, and cutting the garbage out of my entire mouth. It's brilliant. Man, from my teeth to my balls I am just falling apart. And poor Jesse, she is in great health and has to keep putting up with all of my garbage. Bless her heart. Yeah, it's going to cost a tiny two grand. And the best part is that they don't allow people to just make payments any more. After some serious heat from us and telling them that there is no way on this planet we will have two grand in two weeks, they were generous enough to just let us pay five hundred on our next visit. Yeah, our paychecks put together aren't much more than five hundred dollars. So we have to pay them in four installments of five hundred dollars. Something always comes up around our anniversary and breaks us. But I guess that's life and Jesse doesn't hold it against me so that's great. I keep telling her it's our parents fault for my crappy teeth, yeah, she blames you as well mom and dad. So we are poor again, but crazy in love just the same, so who cares. Ended.