That was 9 MONTHS AGO.
Somewhere, along about January, I thought, "Oh, hey, I missed that appointment, which means it's been a year since I've had my teeth cleaned. I need to call and make a new appointment." And, of course, I didn't. I was too busy, if "busy" is what you call sitting around and avoiding housework while whining about not having a job. So a few more months passed and I thought, "Oh, hey, now it's over a year and I really need to act like a grown-up and make an appointment." I even took the effort to install a new calendar app on my IPad at one point and carefully add to the to-do list "Make dental appointment."
|Hides well among egg cartons...|
Note to self: To-do lists don't work.
|I was NOT this happy yesterday.|
"I floss every night," I told her. "I missed an appointment [two appointments, I know, shut up], that's why they are bad."
"Also, you need to brush along the gum line. Angle your brush..."
"I do that," I interrupted. "My gums used to be great. Electric tooth brush, brush the gum line, floss every day - I'm just a little late for my appointment, is all."
Five minutes later, she said, "When you floss, you need to get up under the gums..."
"YES. I DO. I'm a moron, all right? I missed coming here for OVER A YEAR."
You know, I think she just wanted to hear me come right out and say it, confession being good for the soul, and all that. And how nice is it that I have a hygienist that is concerned about not only my gum health but also my eternal salvation, hmmm? I'm one lucky gal.
But I still hate being an adult.
[Zappos box image: Catalog Agency]
[Dentist image: Cliparts]