Bulls Eye

Saturday afternoon date. Endodontists-to-be (and some bonafied endodontists) and me. Lots of fun, but I was a bundle of nerves. Dave on the other hand, was having a hayday.

Love the truck.

One would think, and hope, that endodontist have impeccable aim. They deal with little tiny canals all day long and have to have amazing dexterity. I, however, the only non-endo person there, got a bulls eye. Boo yeah. Bottom circle.

I think my blood pressure finally lowered a few hours after we got home. (My sunglasses look funny because it hurt too badly to wear them under those tight head phones, so I had to tip them up.)