I cannot believe this, but according to my new dentist I have THREE cavities. One of which supposedly is in between two teeth. Is that even possible? Apparently I have deep pits and weak enamel and prescription rinse is just the cure. When I was a kid, I was always a member of the no-cavity club. Once I even won a giant stuffed kangaroo for my efforts. I don't know what's going on here.
Do not tell me I drink too much Coke. I am not listening.
Matt's dad is alive and well. We've known that for a few days, but I forgot to say so on here. Sorry about that.
I worked from home today because I needed to get a good start on the Greensburg article, because I'm going there Monday and Tuesday and need to know enough to ask intelligent questions, but I was strangely unproductive. Normally when I stay away from the office I get twice as much done as usual.
Tonight I was reminded once again that I don't have a go-to "most embarassing moment" story to pull out for cheesy icebreakers. I do and say stupid things all day long, but they're never the stuff of great stories.
Until I was 20 years old I thought the purpose of flossing was to keep your teeth from growing too close together, and that's embarassing, but see how it's not a great story? It's also not the kind of thing you want to advertise. I don't mind announcing that on a blog because I can't see you laughing from here.