memories

I have the good fortune of having a cousin that's a dentist... but as long as I've been alive, his practice has been two hours away from home... so I've always traveled two hours to go to the dentist. That being said, going to the dentist for me holds happier family memories than what most people associate with the dentist.

When I was a little girl, I gave my grandmother the pill box that's in the photo to the left for her birthday (I think).