Wednesday, October 7, 1:40 p.m.Me: *Trying to not listen to scraping of tools on teeth, but only other option is Lite FM. Hating Lite FM more than ever in this moment.*
Dental Hygenist: *scrape, scrape, scrape, grind; chattering happily about son's rain-sodden flag football games*
Me: *Trying to envision band of crazed eight-year-olds tearing through the mud in quest for football much in the style of Lord of the Flies, smiling despite mouth full of sharp implements* "Unnnng-ghhhhhh, nnnnnnnk-mmmmmmp."
DH: "Yes, they're so cute out there." *pauses from scraping, pulls out object that resembles miniature whetstone*
Me: *stops breathing*
DH: *begins to sharpen tools*
Me: !!!!!!!!
DH: *smells fear, smiles kindly* "I'm just honing these so I can be more efficient."
Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lite FM: This is the sound of my soul, this is this sou-oouundd
