I went to the dentist yesterday for my regular 6 month cleaning. This is always an event to look forward to because my dentist looks like Demi Moore with brown hair. After a short wait, I get called to the back by a cute little dental hygenist with a set of norks on her that are as close to perfection as you can get. I jump in the chair, and for the next 30 minutes, not only do I get my teeth cleaned, but I get a head and shoulder message with her milk jugs. Was I wrong to enjoy it and leave the office with enough wood to build a bridge over the Thames? I thought maybe I should say something to her, but that thought quickly got lost.