Drill me, doc!

I guess I let freedom go to my head - it's a heady thing to be able to snack whenever I want. You might say I overindulged over the holidays, and now all that candy I ate at Christmas is taking its toll on me. I don't think sugar is in the natural diet of a wombat.



Fortunately my job has a health plan.

I was kinda scared, but the dentist was nice. And we listened to oldies on the radio while he worked on me. He knew the singer and year of every song - I think he listens to that station a lot. Or maybe he's some kind of savant.