So apparently, nature decided to create a thing called wisdom teeth.
Yeah, that’s totally happening. I have a wisdom tooth growing in…
…and I’m completely terrified.
You’d think the key word – ‘wisdom’ – would imply knowledge gaining, and being waaay sassier than ever before.
As I had previously not known, wisdom teeth are actually apparently a nightmare. Maybe the name refers to the ‘wisdom’ you gain about the horrible experience you’re probably about to embark upon, once you’ve Googled ‘wisdom teeth’.
The Wikipedia page is pretty much 100% dedicated to how terrible they are.
The worst thing of all: this tooth only just started growing in like 3 days ago, and before that I was blissfully unaware of the fact that:
a) Wisdom teeth can start growing in even when you’re 16 – my age :'(
b) It will most likely be a painful experience
So now, I’m just savouring these last few days / weeks before the suffering begins. I finally know how Barney feels after his slapbet with Marshall in How I Met Your Mother.
Oh gahd. What if it’s not over by Christmas I won’t be able to make and eat these heavenly things.
Please. Help. Me.
Anyways, on a less depressing, scary note: I made cookies! and filled them with super fine goodness, a.k.a nutella and that salted caramel I made a while ago.
And yes, I made .gifs.