I am really mad at my mouth right now.

No, I didn't stick my foot in it, if that's what you think the title implies.

I had a trip to the dentist today and didn't get the best news.

My teeth have been feeling sensitive lately, not all of them, just certain ones when I eat sweets. So naturally I was convinced I had multiple cavities.... which is totally embarrassing....(not that I would normally tell you all,) but still, Grant would know, and he likes to make fun of me. And I don't need to provide him with any more material.

So I am at the dentist, and it turns out cavities aren't my problem. Whew, not getting made fun of by my husband. But there is a problem. Guess who's wisdom teeth finally grew in. And they grew in funky, and they make my jaw pop, and they make me grind my teeth at night, and now the enamel is worn off the tops of many of my teeth, and now they aren't shaped right, and now my teeth are senstive and I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out. And, oh, I have the teeth of a 90-year-old woman. Cool, huh?

So fun times coming up soon for me, when I get all four wisdom teeth removed and fitted for my very own mouth guard thingy to sleep in so I don't grind off any more of my own teeth. Stupid mouth.