Monday was, oddly enough, a dental appointment day. Amy, Eva, and Celeste all were out at one point, going to the dentist/orthodontist.
Come Tuesday morning, Eva recounted her time getting her fractured molar fixed with Amy over the phone.
Eva: [blah, blah, blah] …and I felt a LOT of vibration…
Eva: [To me] *Laugh* Oh, shut up, Oakley!
[Back to Amy…blah, blah something about drill, blah, blah]Â …but I try not to swallow…
Eva: [blah, blah, something about grinding her teeth in her sleep, blah blah] …yeah, yeah.Â And at night, I grind a lot.
Me: *Howling in laughter*