i hate the dentist and why i'm buying all xmas presents online

so today, i had to go to the dentist for a filling. my first filling since i was about 10, i was actually quite nervous. they assured me it was no problem and that i could return to work after the hour-long appointment. this was true - i did return to work, but they failed to mention to me that when i returned to work i would be talking like a goober that got punched in the mouth. not only that, the dentist went a little crazy with the lidocaine shot and i swallowed a mouthful. if you ever wondered, that WILL make you throw up.

so needless to say, this hasn't been the most fun monday. but the weekend on the other hand was a good time - i moved out of my basement dwelling on pembroke (tear) and in with my parents. this is the 5th time i've moved in three years - only to be moving again in june 08 after i am an old married woman.

and the decision to move home with my parents? it has it's ups and downs. the down is that they live in west b.f. about 30 minutes from everything. the up is that i will have homecooked dinner and packed lunches for the next 6 months. or if anyone is interested in a bonfire party, i've got the hookup.

so the other interesting event that happened this weekend occurred at the galleria, aka hell in december. i should know better than to step foot in a mall at this time of year, but i couldn't help myself, as i needed to use a discount card to victorias secret that i received in the mail before it expired (and i needed new underpants as well).

so i walk into vs, and am first off shocked by all of the very young girls in there picking out some extremely scandalous undergarments. some of these girls looked 12 - sick.

i pick out my 5 for $25 underwears, and one extra for the "free pair" that my card offers. i get in line to pay, and the cashier informs me that the "free pair" that i have picked out has to be a certain kind, which i did not know. there are people in line behind me, but i rush over to pick out a pair that will be free while they wait (i'm that girl).

as i rush back to the line with a pair of green and white polka dotted granny underpants, i realize that the people directly behind me in line are my co-workers (a guy and a girl - who before this i did not realize that they even knew each other). i casually say hello, as though a) they did not just have to wait for me to pick out underwear b) didn't just see the granny panties i picked out and c) aren't half as uncomfortable as i am at this moment.

i feel my face getting red, the cashier tells me how much my total is - then i can't find my credit card. the girl co-worker is telling me some story about her stepmom and i am not paying attention at all, like the flake that i have turned into, trying to find the stupid credit card. i manage to find it, pay, sign the receipt and pretend like i have something really important to go to and can't stay and chat.

i haven't been that embarrassed since i threw up on myself at six flags when i was 12. i rode mo-mo the monster three times in a row - what do you expect?