See you next year, Doctor Mud Eyes.

After six painful and expensive dates, Doctor Mud Eyes has deemed us cured.

I had a dream about him the night before last.

Gray and I were driving down a winding country lane and we hit and injured a small bird. We put the bird in a shoebox and took it to the beautiful gardens and grounds of Doctor Mud Eye's Animal Sanctuary. In the dream he was a vet, rather than a dentist, though he still wore a white coat. He was surrounded by tame creatures and flowers. We gave him the injured bird, and he cured it.

Nice work, Doctor Mud Eyes.