Yesterday I went to the dentist with Mr. I Religiously Floss. Also known as Mr. I’m Not Missing A Cleaning. My appointment followed his.
Barbara: We are going to take a full set of X-rays.
Am I the only person who didn’t realize that a full set of X-rays is about 30 X-rays? I wish I had lied about not being pregnant.
K: Barbara. When you are done with these X-rays, will they go from one side of the room to the other?
I notice that sometimes people don’t get my sense of humor.
K: Hi, Barbara. I just want you to know up front that I know I’m a lousy flosser. In fact, I don’t floss. But I do solemnly swear that from this day forward, I will floss. I’m telling you this because I just can’t take a lecture today. I know how important in flossing is. My husband? He BELIEVES in flossing. I will floss. I just can’t take it today.
B: I wouldn’t give you a lecture.
B: Okay, I won’t give you a lecture. You sound sorry for not flossing.
She’s easy. 10 minutes later as she is now using her foot against the chair to get traction while she scrapes the ever living crap out of my teeth.
B: Wow, this tartar sure has calcified.
K: Are you trying to say if I had flossed my tartar would not have calcified?
B: (scraping furiously) I didn’t say it. But since you brought it up, yes.
The Husband, aka He Who Flosses? Out in 25 minutes. Me? 65 minutes. But with no cavities and no problems. I think Barbara was disappointed. I mean, shouldn’t there be consequences for my failure to floss? HAHAHAHAH!
Tomorrow we will have a guest blogger here on MNAC. Come back and check him out. And not just because he’s my dad.