Dr. not Mrs.

I used to play doctor, not house, when I was a little girl. I used to take a first aid kit out to recess, in case anyone got hurt, just so I could doctor them up. I loved watching surgeries on T.V., and dreamt about being the surgeon behind the mask. Maybe in another life when I have more brains. I think scrubs are sexy, so it's a good thing my husband comes home every night in them. To me, they're a symbol of intelligence. I love the medical field, and now that I work for a surgeon, and am married to a soon-to-be-dentist, I feel like I can live my life vicariously through them for the time being. So, when my boss gave me this white coat, to wear in his office, to keep me warm, I felt like I won the lottery. According to my colleagues, the white coat and glasses make me look intelligent. I told them it makes me work harder, oh, and that they can refer to me as Dr. Lovell from here on out. It's a partial dream come true.