So I went to the dentist yesterday for a filling and walked out with a pulled wisdom tooth. How that happened, I'll never really know. Let's just say that it wasn't a good day and reconfirmed just how miserable I find going to the dentist is. It's not the actual dentist that I hate, just the work that gets done whenever I go. It's true, I have terrible teeth and the dentist is the bane of my existence. Now that that segment of whining is over....
I just changed Lucy's tire (which I actually popped while parking..) brand freakin new tires and I already destroyed one. Seriously. How shitty is my luck already?
Up next in Lucy land: engine tune-up.
I love my car, I really do, but she doesn't love my wallet. Or rather, she loves my wallet far too much!