It's still a little strange to be married to my dentist. The first time I was his patient, back in 2007, he did a good job, but he sprayed water on my face, scratched my gums, and fumbled on the computer. He even had to numb my mouth for a simple cleaning. We laughed about it, knowing I was only his second "real" patient. (I'd like to think that I've literally put blood, sweat and tears into his education.) Memories of that appointment still make me smile.
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Last week, I returned to Tufts. He is such a pro! His hands are steady and he makes decisions with confidence. He acts and looks like a seasoned dentist. I'm so proud of him....even though I'd still rather fall in a pit with poisonous vipers than have my teeth scraped. No offense, honey.
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haha. marissa, you are too funny. I feel the same way...and I'm sure, I'll feel the same way about Michael here in a year or so... love the pic of Katie in her "shades", by the way...
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