3 cavities, 2 hazardous wisdom teeth that need immediate removal, and a partridge in a pear tree.

It had been 3+ years since I'd been to the dentist. I know, I am disgusting. But I didn't have insurance and I feared the rebuke I would get from a hygienist on a power trip. Today I finally went and the news was grim and on the gums there was blood. I really regret not taking better care of my teeth, but today is a new day. I plan to buy a Sonicare toothbrush with part of my stimulus package check (yes we got it!) and I am going to impress that know-it-all masked face bitch with my sparkling chompers. Beware of the glare.

This also makes me think of that Meg Ryan Movie where she and that old man change places by some kind of horrible miracle, and in the end, the old man who stole her identity/body (and kissed her husband!) had just this to say about aging: Floss. That really got to me. Now more than ever.