You know those people who are able to go through a difficult situation, and seem to naturally exhibit nothing but grace and good attitudes?
I've discovered I'm not one of them.
I mean, I want to be. I try to stay positive, and be thankful for the blessings I've been given, instead of focusing on the ones I haven't. (Like cavity-free teeth, for instance).
But, when I wake up in middle of the night to a toothache that makes me wonder if a family of tiny sledgehammers has moved into my mouth and started pounding away, my general reaction isn't thankfulness.
It's more like, does it hurt bad enough to walk downstairs, pop a painkiller, eat a brownie (because CLEARLY you shouldn't take painkillers on an empty stomach. Duh.), and risk running into the imaginary burglar that I'm just positive is going to jump out at me from behind our couch?
(Because I'm rational like that.)
So, now I'm off to the dentist for the THIRD time in as many weeks, and I. AM. OVER. IT.
Plus, I don't have any more Ryan Reynolds movies to watch, and is there a certain point at which laughing gas treatments might become a problem? Hmmmm......
So, blog-friends....tell me something good. Or funny. Or happy. Or tell me about how you have perfect teeth with no cavities, even though you NEVER, EVER floss.
Actually, don't tell me that.
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