I had an 8am dentist appointment this morning and was downright giddy. It was fabulous. The comfy chair, the sterile surroundings, the cheezy 70s soft rock. I wish I could go once a week. As I type I am running my tongue along my shiny clean teeth. Delish!

They all thought I was crazy. I said “I love the dentist!” at least 3 times and asked in detail about their whitening procedure by calling out specific procedures and products. “How white is too white?” I asked hoping that he would secretly slip me some uber whitening product only available in Europe that he has been saving for a patient who exclaims awkwardly that she loves the dentist. “Your teeth are pretty light” he says smiling. I feel deflated. Damn.

After the dentist was done and I was standing up I said “Are there any areas that you are concerned about or want me to pay close attention to?” He laughed a little and said “No, you’re fine. You have really nice teeth”. Ok, I think I blushed when he said that. That made my week.