This Halloween I'm going to dress up like my dentist, otherwise known to me as Dr. Doom. The costume will require me to put on a pleasant, gentle demeanor. A soft soothing voice, a non-descript blue cotton shirt and drawstring pants. A white face mask, and some small wire framed glasses. Then I'm going to walk around this town and scare the living daylights out of people like me!
I'm trying to convince my husband to go as his receptionist, otherwise known in our house as The Cruise Director. An always cheerful, extremely organized, helpful professional. That remembers our names, and calls us multiple times before our appointments to visit Dr. Doom to remind us how much they are looking forward to our visit, and to seeing us soon!
My husband tells me that as dentists go, he's not so bad. But when you're like me, and you didn't have your first cavity until almost your fifth decade on this planet, he's not so good, he's Dr. Doom. I'm still not convinced that he's filled a real cavity. Never had any problem or pain, until now, a week after the second filling in my entire life.
So count me out of indulging in Halloween goodies this year. Thanks Dr. Doom. And Happy Halloween!