Dentist

I went to the dentist today, got a free shirt (I chose pink) and am cavity free.
Let me tell you something. I was cavity free for 21 years. TWENTY-ONE years. Suddenly, six months ago I heard the words that forever changed my mouth's perfection. "You have a cavity". Oh wait, it actually went like this: "You have TWO cavities".
I teared up. Truly, I did.
But as I got those cavities filled I watch food network and enjoyed the laughing gas I was smothered with. I was okay.
I thought to myself that day, it's okay Katrina, your future husband will most likely have cavities and you can floss for the rest of your life and never have one again...

So Tanner, I must say good-bye to you, for you see you have a perfect mouth, cavity free and glowing white. ha jk, he doesn't even read this. ;)

I love the smell of sauteing onions.

Also, I have not cut my hair since I was a junior in high school. That's five years people. So...tomorrow I'm braving the scissors and I'm going to chop it. Kidding, I'm not chopping it but I am going to cut a good couple of inches off. Should I be scared? Maybe, but I'm more scared about my split ends. A couple weeks ago when I went in for my usual color and trim my lovely hair stylist and friend, (Polly-if you need someone go to her-for real) told me that I really need to get rid of the filth at the bottom of my hair. I thought that of course she was the only one who would notice because she just stares at my head whenever I see her. WRONG. Tanner even noticed. Well, I asked him and he gave me the honest reply. So tomorrow I will say ta-ta to my ugly split ends and hopefully have a fabulous new look.

I like the dentist, I like only having two fillings in my mouth, I like my new pink shirt, and I like Tanner.