I think my dentist is a quack. I left without getting my teeth cleaned because he wanted me to make a "special" appointment, for a "special" teeth cleaning that will cost 8x as much as a normal cleaning (yes, that's $800 for a tooth cleaning!) I'm going for a second opinion before I give him one more penny. Another hour and a half of my life that I will never get back. Quack quack.

I want to go lie on the beach for a weekend, so I'm thinking of making a jaunt to Mexico over P'day weekend - Sarah may come with me. Beach, sand, Aztec ruins, blue water, swim up bars. That's exactly what I want. And I want to go skiing -- really really badly. This Whistler trip is turning out harder to coordinate then usual - but this trip is "special", next year, we'll go somewhere closer/easier/cheaper again, no doubt...