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Dear Readers, it is that time of year again: the dreaded 6th month dental visit. I get poked and prodded and praised (I do take good care of my teeth apparently) and then berated for not letting them fill my cavities. The hygientist stood behind me at the receptionist's desk until I agreed to make an appointment. The sad thing is, I do want my teeth fixed up because the cavities are big enough that they hurt sometimes, but I hate dental work so much that I have put this off for an embarrassingly long time.

Now I can get cracking on making the cookies in the Martha Stewart Cookie Magazine!