Today is the first day of my very favorite month!!!
I love October! I got married in October!!
Well, it looks like we’re going to have to start buying floss by the foot.
Today was Tyler’s turn at the dentist and guess what….the doc says he needs to floss. I’m thinking that every night after dinner we should all sit around as a family (dogs included) and floss our teeth. What do you think? I think it would be a fine family activity.
I text messaged Tyler after his appointment, to see how it went. I was just waiting for his response to be “They said my teeth looked better than yours”, just like his dad did. I was fully prepared to smack them both through the phone. Luckily his reply did not have anything to do with the dentist’s report of how bad my teeth were.
He told me they found a few cavities and that he needs to floss more. Then he went on to tell me something about sleeping with his mouth open. I wasn’t really making the connection between gum health and sleeping with his mouth open, but he definitely has a few cavities and needs to floss. (like me)
Tonight when we were all together, I asked if they showed him pictures of his teeth. My mister chimed in…”Why would they show pictures of good teeth, they only show you pictures of your rotten teeth.” Oh the support! I can hardly stand it!
Do you remember me telling you that I actually scared someone into flossing because of my story of decaying teeth? Well today she actually made an appointment with MY fabulous new dentist! I’m tellin’ ya, I need to start charging a commission! My rotten teeth are sure drumming up a lot of business for my dental dude.
Hey there Flossy,
Have you tried those floss picks/sticks or whatever they are called. I always put a package of them in everyone’s stocking at Christmas. I know kinda strange but I do see them floss every Christmas morning at least. They even have brightly colored themed ones for the little kids.
Given your propensity for words, I thought you would enjoy this little story:
My six year old came home from school this afternoon and she told me she saw her friend Jocelyn at school today.
I said “Oh, that’s nice” as I was thinking to myself rather cynically “as if you don’t see her every day, she lives in the house in front of us”. She then told me “Jocelyn was kinda glum”. Glum? “Oh glum” I said “and where exactly did you learn the word glum?” She said “Oh, from you”.
“I don’t think I have ever used the word glum”
“Oh, well then, I must have learned it from TV or something, you know it means kind of sad” River informed me.
Where the heck do these kids learn these things? And no, it was certainly NOT from me as I am almost certain that glum has never crossed my lips aside from this rather peculiar conversation this afternoon. I sure do love my kids.
I will leave you to your flossing. Have a great day.
Jenette
A package of floss picks in Christmas stockings?? A. You are a genius and B. My dentist would LOVE you!!! I bet it’s funny to see everyone on Christmas morning in the Christmas PJ’s all sitting around flossing their teeth!
I loved your story because Glum is one of my favorite words! I like to look at someone who appears to be down in the dumps and ask “why so glum, chum?” It is a sure fire way to get a smile!
How is your Scram? When do you go back to Scram Daddy?
As you know, I saw Scram Daddy on Monday. Normally, I have to go see him Monday and Thursday each week. This week, however, Scram Daddy is going out of town for training and he is either single or celibate as there is no Scram Daddy JR. to take his place so I don’t have to go in until next Tuesday.
Well my Intervention lady has me on a color program where I have to call in every day to see if I have to go down and give a BA. My color is Pink. Well, Tuesday my color came up so I called Intervention lady to see if I could not have to do this for the next 60 days as I am on the SCRAM and if that does not detect drinking….well you get the picture. Anyway, Intervention lady told me that was fine, we would just put me back on when I get the SCRAM off. Yipee.
Well yesterday morning, I looked down and noticed the scramster was exceptionally loose. I showed my husband and he said don’t worry about it they put it on you. Well I couldn’t let it go and had to do some investigating. Well, the thing looked like it was about to totally fall right off, there was not extra strap coming through the buckle at all. So I called Intervention, knowing Scram Daddy was gone, they said come down someone here can tighten it.
So I head down to Intervention, and one of the receptionist type ladies says she will try to get me fixed up. We head to Scram Daddy’s office and she pulls out several tools and tells me one of them should work. She proceeds to try one and the whole bracelet falls right off. She then leaves and comes back with my Intervention Lady, aka Therese. Therese gets the correct tool and proceeds to tighten my bracelet. Then she thinks the screws are stripped and that is why they weren’t tight enough so se gets a new unit for me. Then I look down and there is a small plastic piece on the floor. I give it to her and she says, “oh, it is broken. It looks like someone tried to take it off”
“Well it wasn’t me” I tell her.
She says nothing.
Anyway, they proceed to log that it fell off, there was no violation, and they download my old scram. I hear them mumbling something about it not having any readings since Monday. They said nothing directly to me but I am still wondering if they think I did something to the darn thing…and compounding the getting my BA cancelled for Tuesday. I guess I just over think sometimes.
Well I get the new Scramster home and it is LOUD. It sounds like a duck. Then it is doing its little buzz every 4 minutes. I kid you not, four minutes. I rarely every heard the old one. Boy do I miss her. Now this one is pretty regular at about 30 minutes before each duck call. I think I will mention the duck call issue with Scram Daddy on Tuesday. I think I am in monthly swelling mode as this seems very tight and it wasn’t when they put it on. Oh the drama!
Keep on flossing.
Jenette