For the record...

I had a dentist appointment this morning. At 8am. My dentist is hot Hot HOT and always calls me Dark - an old joke.

Anyway, he was very very complimentary...first about my outfit (did I mention he's Gay as Christmas?) - had the purple peep toe pumps on with a killer blouse. He's like "you look great, how do you do it? Getting 2 kids out the door, off to school, teeth cleaning and then off to work?" You KNOW how much this makes me happy - acuz there are times when I'm a complete basket case - but as long as others think I'm OK? Score one for Momma.

Then he complimented my teeth. I fully admitted I don't floss - no sense lying. I try to use that little floss tool, even, I'm just lazy. And he asked if I whiten (I don't). Again Score for Momma!

Well he's poking around and notices I need to replace an old filling - there's more decay under it. This is one of those old ass metal fuckers, from when I was a teenager (like 5 years ago ;) - and it'll need to come off and because it's so bad, I'll need a crown. AND, he won't know till he's in there - but I may even need a root canal. This will be RC #2 - I hate them. With a passion. But I'm lucky to have my (strong white) teeth - we grew up in the sticks, no flouride in the water...and both of my parents have full dentures...so hey, I'll take the RC if needed and move on.

I have a point! damn...

While he's in there, he said "Gosh, you have a tiny mouth! It's so small!"

I took his hand out of my mouth and said "Will you put that in writing please? You've said it before, but my husband never believes me when I share the news."

And he did - it's there, on my appointment card. This was e-mailed to the Mr. 2.2 seconds after I left Dr. McHottie!!!!



The receptionist (writing in purple, really?) was dyin. I said this is going to be whipped out on many an occasion. I may even laminate it.