Monday, March 26, 2012
Just Sit Back and Relax
I went to the dentist this morning - my regular six month checkup. Everytime I go, I sit back in the chair and wonder why I even bothered to do my hair and put lipstick on. And everytime I go, the hygienist (who I adore) tells me, as she's cleaning my teeth, what a great job I'm doing on flossing and to keep it up because it makes her job easier. I just smile because, No. 1, she's got her hands in my mouth and that's really all I can do. As a matter of fact, it isn't really a real smile, it's just my hapless attempt to curl my lips while her fist is in my mouth. And I smile when she tells me what a talented flosser I am because, No. 2, I DON'T FLOSS. I never have. And apparently I don't need to. I would never tell her that, though, because, No. 1, that might make her feel stupid, and I don't want to hurt her feelings. And, No. 2, because I don't want her to tell me that I need to START flossing.
So, I left the dentist's office this morning with dentist chair hair, smeared lips, and a great pride in my flossing abilities. Ssssh. Don't tell.