Now I really suck.

I woke up this morning with that “temper tantrum” feeling, my mental mantra was a little something like, “I don’t wannaaaaa”…….for alas, I had a dentist appointment looming over my day. I used to be the lone dentist lover. While everyone I knew hated the dentist, I always found it to be quite an enjoyable experience. I’m an avid flosser, and always came out of the chair with compliments on what a good job I was doing- hygienically speaking. Until three months ago, when I went in for a cleaning only to be poked repeatedly with a sharp poker-Ouch! After which I was told I had two TWO pockets measuring a six! WHAT!? WHAT?! WHAT!? “But I’m a flosser.” I said. “It just happens sometimes.” my hygienist replied, “We’ll have to do a deep scaling.” Oh the horror. The tears. What was the point in flossing. What was the point in anything, when try as you will things just, “happen sometimes.” How could I go on…..(I am very dramatic about my teeth apparently.) After a full day of pouting and whining I found comfort from my new dentist hating community. They hugged me to their bosoms, welcoming me to the new dark pit of despair that is the upcoming dental appointment. I made it through my first deep scaling. It was all the horrible things everyone said dentist treatments were- torture! After being so horribly mistreated, my hygienist told me she wanted to see me again in three months- and not because of my good looks and charm. No more am I a normal every six months kind of girl. Oh no. Today, was my three month return. The waiting room was empty, I’d figured they cleared the place so no one would hear my cries. They’re clever torturers. But, nah, as it turns out I’m just one of those weird-o’s who like getting their appointments in the afternoon. The hygienist either had horn removal surgery, or she’s not nearly the horrible person I remembered. She did poke me again, but this time she said, “It looks a little better!” She scraped me and cleaned me polished me and flossed me. She said I don’t have to come back for another four months. Progress! Now I await the more dreaded….claim denial from my insurance company.

Obama, Repubs Lock Horns at the Health Care Summit – Truthdig.

I’ve been watching this healthcare summit all darn day- with a bike break at lunch. I just had to shut it off. I can’t watch any more. If I heard one more Repuke mention a blank sheet of paper I was going to scream!

Today was a perfect day to go for a bike ride. Danny and I took the trail near our house for a while. Although it was a little windy, once we got warmed up, the wind didn’t bother us a bit.

Master of the Month :: Maurice Sendak | Illustration Friday.

I was just talking about Maurice Sendak the other day (in real time, to non-virtual people). Illustration Friday has a read-worthy write-up about him.

The boys auditioned for our local theater’s production of The King and I. Our pussghetti and featballs we had for dinner was yum. We caught up on Lost. And I got flowers and chocolates from Denise. Life is so good.