Growing up may be the worst decision I've made. Oh sure, I can eat a Twinkie for breakfast if I want now, but I also have to think about preventative dental care. When I was in the single digits I thought being grounded or missing a sleepover was torture. Turns out, a root canal and the subsequent crown and bill are much more painful and enduring methods of punishment. When I was in elementary school, I boldly announced my intention to pursue doughnut-making as my profession. Note: I did not say doughnut-making as my job, or a baker as my career. I was going to be a professional doughnut-maker. As you may have deduced, my adult life has gone horribly astray from my childhood dreams. There's not a doughnut internship to be found on my resume. It's a pity, I think my dentist and I could have made beautiful cavities together.
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