Two of us had our teeth cleaned on Wednesday.
One of us liked it.
One of us did not.
One of us has dental insurance.
One of us does not.
One of us asks for sedation, but is always denied.
One of us has to be completely sedated.
One of us had to pay $136.
One of us had to pay more.
One of us had some minor plaque.
One of us had some major plaque and even gums packed with hair.
One of us had a nice lunch with someone special just after the cleaning.
One of us
stood swayed in the kitchen for an hour when they got home and did not want dinner.
One of us loves the feel of clean teeth.
One of us loves the feel of a leather sectional under our butt.
One of us fell out of the car when we got home.
One of us had horrible wharf breath.
One of us won’t remember the day ever happened.
One of us can’t take a picture without having 14 chins to save her life, but she loves how pretty her teeth look today.
I hope you realize that it was Ozzie who had hair stuck in his gums and the wharf breath.
FYI, It has been a while since I fell out of a car.
And it was all worth it for the wharf breath seems to have dissipated. I’ve saved $$ on gas masks.