Ahh, the dentist!

So, I'm not usually paranoid, but I am pretty sure the dental hygenist (we'll call him, "Bob") that I saw yesterday was trying to kill me with his little, sharp tools!  I don't know if he resented having to work late, was mad at me for not flossing enough, or simply loves watching people in pain, but he almost got me!

*Disclaimer:  I don't have a problem with dental hygenists in general....in fact, a friend at church is a wonderful one.....but I pretty much think "Bob" had it out for me. 

On a happier note, before the torture, as I lay on the dental chair, a song came on the radio that totally reminded me of our kids at Newport.  The song is "Dynamite", and it is the song we used to get the kids excited for the MCA tests this spring.  I still pleasantly remember many of them dancing in the halls, and a few of my little guys shaking it down by my room door.  Yet another sign that I still love my job.  :)  God is good!