I don't even floss regularly. Now that I'm getting older though, I am starting to try and floss more. Especially after my last visit to the dentist when I heard some code words like, "Looking at the lateral 38B*, and it has a little catch." "Yes, you've been watching that one doctor," said the hygienist. "We'd better fill it." Excuse me? I sat up. "Does that mean I have a cavity?" I squeaked, terrified at the prospect. I wasn't 30 yet. I still had 3 months to go before I could declare myself cavity free for 30 whole years. My greatest accomplishment was about to be drilled! "I've never had a cavity before," I said.
*I have no idea what he said here, I just know it was some number and position indicating a back tooth.
"Wellllll," said the Dentist, "It's still okay. If it catches any more then I'll have to fill it."
"Flossing might help," added the cheerful dental hygienist, who has given me gentle lectures before. I was so relieved. Six more months of cavity-freeness! I would make it to my birthday.
Now I floss more regularly and I'm not sure if I'll make it to 40, but let it be written that I made it to 30.
I have nothing against turning 30, especially since I don't have any cavities. I guess I'm not so young anymore, but I'm looking forward to the days when I can complain loudly about the "kids these days." I'm also planning on running my first marathon this year, since I'm still in my prime and all.
On Sunday we had a combined celebration of Kenzie's and my birthday at my parent's house. Alisha and Dustin were in town and so was Shaelynn. Kenzie told everyone all day we were celebrating our birthdays. I made us a little heart cake (why, oh why didn't I have my mom make an ice cream pie? What was I thinking?! Mom, will you make me an ice cream pie? Please, please, please?), and then we opened presents.
Kenzie, whose birthday is in 10 days, had no problem with celebrating early. We gave her a Fancy Nancy book, she got a jump rope and big bubbles from Sophie (aka Alisha and Dustin), a princess scooter from my parents and-- the crowning glory of the evening-- a Fancy Nancy doll from Shaelynn.
Kenzie only had eyes for Fancy Nancy after that. When it was time for cake and ice cream she lovingly placed Fancy Nancy next to the baby swing saying quietly and adoringly, "You're the fanciest doll I've ever had." After cake and ice cream she strapped Nancy to the scooter basket and danced with her feet. "Ohhhhh," she cooed, holding Nancy's face in her hands, "Look at your green eyes! You are so fancy!"
They are now inseparable.
Here's me showing off not only my cavity-free, thousands of dollars dental-work smile, but also my cabinet radio. Marvelous.
So now that I feel all relaxed from my "hot stones" treatment (They don't burn you with rocks. It's actually quite pleasant), and pleased as pumpkin pie (because afterwards Shaelynn took me to the Cheesecake Factory and I had the most holy and divine cheesecake I have ever eaten), I'm looking forward to the next 30 years. (Especially if I get to share them with Mike and my girls)