In the end, if you ask my why I ditched grad school, I'm just going to point to my mouth and smile. That's all I'm going to say about my final dentist appointment of the year.

I said a lot more to Adam, who sent me the following e-mail:

From: Adam
To: Sarah

I have the solution to your problems.

You will not have any more problems tonight.

Nope. You'll feel like a million bucks.

You'll come home. You'll walk in.

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You'll play pillow fort with me.


And he was totally serious. See?






(Adam demonstrates the correct pillow fort activity using my Starscream)



(I show off my new damn teeth)

We huddled under the pillow fort and played and laughed and talked about when we were small and nobody yelled at us for stripping the house of pillows and piling them in the living room because who was going to yell? It's our house.

I like this being a quasi-adult business.