We have the kind of relationship, where last year she said, "Is it your parents' 60th anniversary this year?" because she remembers that 10 years ago we had a big bash for them for their 50th.
But I digress...
So, on Wednesday, she was doing her thing picking between my teeth, and she said, "You're pretty good at flossing, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I said, with no further qualification.
"It shows," she replied.
Fast forward after:
- Finishing scraping the tartar build-up off my teeth,
- Jamming toothpaste all up in between my teeth while polishing them, and
- Flossing the hell out of them
the dentist comes in, and she says to him: "He flosses every day."
To which the dentist said, "Wow. You don't hear that every day."
Huh??? Really??? Did I say that? I didn't. Although, I didn't correct anybody.
Well, here it is Tuesday, and I have flossed every day since then.
I'm not sure if I'm trying to do penance (and if so, for what), or if it's that I like my hygienist so much that I don't want to make a liar out of her next time.