Teeth.

I’m a spectacular procrastinator and one of the things I’ve successfully put off for several years now, if not a decade or more, is getting my wisdom teeth out.  I’m generally squeamish about surgery so this isn’t a big surprise or anything, but it’s really something I need done as my other teeth are pushed around by these bullying molars.  Right now I’m blaming my procrastination on the IRS also being spectacular procrastinators with my $8,000 first time home buyers tax credit (thank you and you and you, tax payers!).  But when that money gets here I guess I’ll have to bite the bullet (pun!) and get it done.  However, wisdom teeth are just part of my dissatisfaction with everything enamely inside my mouth.  I consider myself a pretty big fan of much of the human body and its complexities and effeciences, but I have a feeling that teeth are the part God rushed through in order to meet that day or 6 deadline (“Hmmm, they need something to chew with.  How about a couple of boney bits and call it a day?”).  It also doesn’t help that I don’t have great teeth.  My dad’s side of the family is all manner of British while my mom’s side is all colonial, so I’m going to blame it on my UK ancestry.  Personal opinions aside though, they stink.