This afternoon I had a dental appointment.
Once again, we discussed my sensitivity. (Oral. Not emotional.)
Once again, I sang the praises of my night guard.
Once again, the hygienist had to numb my mouth before cleaning my teeth (I tend to kick my legs and howl like a (very unsexy) werewolf when she touches my sensitive spots).
As she finished the polishing, the hygienist accidentally let her instrument (seriously, I tried to come up with a better word, but I’m sort of in a hurry over here) slip, and it buzzed over my face and bonked me on the back of my head, where it left a pea-sized dollop of orange-flavored polish. (I always choose the orange. I’m a real sucker for anything that smells or tastes like citrus. With that said, please know that I’m entirely unable to eat citrus fruits (or tomatoes, for that matter) because of the way my face responds.)
I’m burning a lemon-scented candle as I share all of this information with you. (Shout out to Tempe for the lemon-scented candle!)
Finally, we’re now in the home stretch of NaBloPoMo. And I know I’ve sort of sucked—what with the puking up of photographs and videos and whatnot. For that, I halfheartedly apologize and hang my head at a roughly thirty degree angle.
In semi-related news, today I received this:
It’s a phone and it’s made of corn and it’s the first phone I’ve ever had that holds a QWERTY keyboard.
In other words, I’ll now be a lot more active on Twitter—if you care about that sort of thing.
Specifically, I’ll be Momspotting. (This has absolutely nothing to do with blood, so you can turn off the wince.)