I hate going to the dentist - especially when it's of the oral surgery variety. My mouth has had so much work done that if it were my face I'd look like a Joan Rivers wanna-be (may she rest in peace). And every time, minutes before my scheduled appointment, I'm so tempted to call their office and say something like, "Sorry, but I can't make it today. My car got a flat and I'm stuck on the side of the highway." But I never do it because I feel too guilty, and besides, I'm paranoid that they'll see right through that lie, not to mention get pissed at the last-minute cancellation and get back at me { Read More }