Remember that show Timmy the Tooth?

Yeah, me too. It sucked. It has very little to do with this post, but I couldn't figure out how to spell any of the tooth puns I'd come up with, so... shout out to horrendous 90's TV won.

So, anyway, in this episode of Adrienne Tries To Perform Basic, Everyday Tasks In Broken Spanish, she goes to the dentist! Hilarity ensues. She now has no teeth. Jay kay, y'all.

It all started on Thursday. I had just brushed my teeth, and was doing that ritual smile that everyone does when they're done brushing. That weird, huge goofy grin that is to... admire their handiwork? Anyway, with my mouth wide open in a really cute manner (...) I noticed something. A chip. A chip in my toof. What. Now, I don't know if y'all have ever had a chipped tooth, but I hadn't. When did I get this? Was my tooth going to break off? What have I been eating, gravel? This was my front left tooth we're talking about here. This was one of my goodies! I looked closer. It was pretty small. But definitely there. So after a little google-ing, I figured I should probably see a dentist of some kind. Pretty much every website said that chips can lead to more chips, and damage, and a bunch of gross google images pretty much sealed the deal.

So I go to a woman who works at my program, and asked about seeing a dentist. I sat on the other side of the desk as she called a number, and then made an appointment for me. She wrote down the address, and then said, "He should speak English... but who really knows?" Then she laughed, and I laughed, but inside I wondered if maybe I should just take my chances with this lil chip of mine.

At 3:20, I headed out, and found the office with little trouble. The receptionist and I pulled together all of my information pretty painlessly, except for me forgetting my phone number. Point 1 for Adrienne using Spanish. She lead me down to a little room. After about ten minutes, a nurse came in, and said something about the doctor coming now. Before I could even utter a single vale, the doorway lit up and in walked... my dentist? I wasn't aware that my dentist was a freaking golden god. Dayyyuuuummmm (but he's still got nothing on you, Mac! <3 ) After explaining what was going on with my tooth, he took a look at it.
"Is so little."
"Er... yeah." Screw you, Google! "It is, but I wanted to make sure..."
"Is okay, I will, ah, rub it down for you."
"Uh... okay."Whatever you say, guapo.

Then he got out this thing that looked kind of like what you would use to sand down a table with. Kay, hottie, let's have a plan here.
"I just rub down a little, so you cannot feel. Vale?" Goodbye, sweet teeth. I've really enjoyed your company.

I closed my eyes and fifteen seconds later opened them when he removed the sander.
"Feel, is better? And here, is not my teeth so I do not know, but looks okay?" I looked in the mirror.
"Yeah, looks fine. Thanks!"

Ten minutes later I was out the door. In the elevator on my way down to the ground floor I checked out my teeth in the mirror. Like nothing happened. Bomba.