Having had imparted so much wisdom upon you for this last (almost) month, I hope you’ll understand if, after tomorrow, it is somewhat diminished.

You see, after tomorrow’s surgery I will be wisdom toothless.

I will also be sporting some major chipmunk cheeks, heavily medicated, and hopefully being waited on hand and foot by Mr. Routine (although there is little likelihood of that).

I’m not one for elective surgery, but the dentist says my wisdom teeth are overcrowding my mouth, so it’s best to get them out before they become impacted. Besides, at 26 years old, I’m already considered “old” to be having the procedure done.

The whole reason I’ve been putting it off since I was about 19 is because of my fear of being “put under.” I like being in total control of my body, and now people I hardly know are going to tell me to count backwards from 10 to 1 and then procede to rip into my mouth as I sleep.

I’ve made Mr. Routine promise not to leave the waiting area – and going to get me a Valentines Day card is not a valid excuse.

So wish me luck, no complications, and a speedy recovery, please.

In the meantime, go visit my dad’s blog, my sister’s blog, or my mom’s blog (and put pressure on them to update)!

Here are the things I’ll be thinking of to calm my nerves tomorrow:

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Ahhh… sweet, sweet babies!