Let me tell you about the two most unloved words in the English language...oral surgery. Unfortunately my Holiday could not be described as merry so much as manic. I managed to seal my soda pop addicted taste buds fate with a bad tooth that had to be removed at the exact time when all doctors office doors are closed.

I was so scared to have my tooth removed that I literally attempted a karate chop move when the oral surgeon headed toward my mouth. He was none to impressed by that move, though I thought my form was something to be admired. Go figure? In the end days and hours of fear and anxiety ended in about two minutes of tugging. I felt like a huge baby afterward, and from the look on docs face he fully concurred. So my New Year's resolution for this year......drink water like I just walked away from the desert and leave the sugary cola on the shelf.