The entire left side of my face was numb after my dentist appointment today. I looked like Joey Buttafuoco’s wife after Amy Fisher shot her in the head. It didn’t stop me from picking up dinner and singing in my car all the way home. The gigantic drool spot on my favorite green polo shirt is quite attractive, too, I might add.

I popped a Vicodin like my lovely dentist recommended and then settled into watch the first season of this:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9PqZkVCUAs[/youtube]

When that show was on back in the day, why didn’t I notice that there’s an executive producer named BUD WISER? Oh, right, I was six. I guess that explains it.