I didn’t mean to… it was early, I hadn’t had breakfast and he stuck a gloppy impression thingy in my mouth and said something. I chomped down obediently. And then he yelled. I don’t think he said, “Bite”, when I think back. He did say some other things though. Under his breath. Oops.

By the end of the appointment 2 1/2 hours later, we parted friends. He still had his finger. I had my tooth.

You may be wondering how this story is even remotely related to crafts, scrapbooking or anything creative. As a peace offering, I am bringing him one of my favorite magnets that I make. It says, “Some days it’s not even worth chewing through the restraints.” Get it?

Oh well, no appointment for another six months. Hopefully he will forget this ever happened.

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