It's like a holiday! Yay! I'm so excited I can barely sit still! I am done with work at 11:00 and then! AND THEN! I have a dentist appointment! I guess you'd have to understand the relationship I have with my teeth to understand the thrill. They've been good friends these many years, aiding in many an apple-consumption.

Which reminds me, I picked out some apples the other day, and Nick tried one, finding the texture not to his preference. Nick eats apples with a knife, being too refined for my Mr. Peepers brand of apple-eating. A little hoity-toity, aren't we? Anyway, I fell in love with dating a metrosexual all over again when he told me that there was ¾ths of an apple waiting for me in the refrigerator, in a Ziploc bag.

I later ate the ¾ths apple and told Nick in an email that I didn't think I'd ever be able to enjoy a whole apple ever again, being so enamored with the ¾ths fruit. He volleyed, "you can just eat ¾ths of an apple and toss the rest from now on."

But anyway, my teeth! Today is a holiday for my teeth! We're going to go flossing!—a trick I learned from Brenda...floss just before a cleaning and then when they ask, "Do you floss?" You can lie without really fibbing. And then, after the flossing, we're going to go and get scrubbed and polished and oooh I can barely wait! My teeth are so giddy!

Relating, I saw the funniest, most applicable joke in the paper the other day:

"I have CDO...it's like OCD but only in alphabetical order as it should be.

I'm obsessed with my teeth.

The end.