You know how folks refer to loosing your cool and going crazy by saying “going postal?”

Well, I’ve coined a new expression. It’s “going dental.” What it means is when you give way too much of your hard earned dough to the dentist.

Today Vickey’s going dental . . . again. A couple years ago she had a baby tooth die and have to be pulled and replaced with an implant. While he was at it, the dentist pretty much rebuilt her lower teeth.

Today she’s there to fix a fractured upper tooth and re-fill most of her top molars.

So, we’re contributing several Gs, again, to our friendly dentist’s retirement fund. Can you tell I’m just thrilled about it?

At least when I had my dental cleaning and x-rays last month I got a clean bill of health.