I'm going to have to go to the damned dentist. This isn't going to wait until the middle of december for the scheduled cleaning.
Grar.
3 different men at work, who have *nothing* to do with each other, have on seperate occasions called me "trouble."
When Mike did it last night I pointed this out to him and asked him what the deal was.
He insisted that it must just be something in my face.
Next thing I know I'm the center of a 4 way debate on wether I look innocent or naughty or some variation thereof.
None of them pointed out the obvious... that I looked *embarassed*.
