I am a total omnomnomagon today. Mr. Mock made us the most glorious steak and mashed potatoes and green beans dinner, and he bought a huge chocolate cake for dessert. And you know why? Because this morning, I had to go to the dentist. And you may recall how I feel about dental visits. I hate them SO MUCH. And it’s not like I even have toothular issues. I don’t. The last time I had a filling, I was like 8, and I’ve only ever had two fillings. I’ve never had root canals or crowns or anything like that. But I LOATHE AND DESPISE going to the dentist.
The same thing happened today as last time; specifically, I informed the hygienist immediately that I hated being there, I hated coming to the dentist, I hated the dental cleaning process, and I hated her. “It’s nothing personal,” I said, “but I hate your guts right now.” And she smiled broadly and giggled as if I didn’t mean it, which of course I did.
Mr. Mock knows how much I hate the dentist, and so I texted him afterwords to let him know that my visit was finished and that I hated it, and he said, “I’m sorry – is there anything I can do?” And I said, “The only thing that will help is one of your delicious steak dinners and a chocolate cake.” And he wrote back, “We’ll see.” And not only did he make me a delicious steak dinner and bring chocolate cake, he brought me a bouquet of flowers too.
I swear, I have no idea what I did to deserve him.
Off to have some cake! Omnomnomnomnom. 
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