dentist love.

call me crazy, but i LOVE going to the dentist.

love, as in - would rather sit in the dentist's chair than the hairdresser's.

maybe it's because i have a good set of teeth, so nothing traumatic ever goes down at the dentist...

or because cindy worked at my dentist's office five years ago, making us all friends...

or maybe just because it feels good to be so fresh and so clean clean.

most girls confide in their hair girl {i do that, too}

but my dental hygienist knows ALL.

there's something therapeutic about sitting in the chair,

lowering it back,

laying down,

and spilling my guts to a listening ear.

even at the crazy early 7 a.m. hour, hygienist jen and i girl talked ourselves to death while the pleated docker's wearing man in the chair next door begged for more laughing gas to take him away from the reality that was holding him hostage.

i think 30 minutes passed by before any actual denistry took place.

with the amount of excitement in my life, time should be counted in, like, dog years - 1:7 years

because six months is WAY too long...

with WAY too many stories

to get my hygienist caught up on everything.

{think cancer, cindy's wedding, the uniform fiasco, and the events surrounding the fruit bouquet...}

and vice versa!

she told me stories of naked men chasing her down the jogging trail at murray park,

nutso co-workers,

and vacation adventures in cabo san lucas.

that's not normal, right? are dental hygienists usually that hip and invested in their patients?

darn you, dental insurance - if only i could be cleaned monthly. or weekly...

THAT would be heaven.