Brush. Floss. Smile.

My life really doesn't revolve around my teeth and the dentist, it just seems that way.

Between The Mr. and I we saw our dentist 3 times this week.

She's wonderful. Kind and thoughtful, generous and even caring. Her office staff are all gems. They even think our kids are great. Talk about kind!

The thing is, she sort of looks like a live Barbie doll. Really. And she's even had kids. I saw her pregnant. If I hadn't, I'd never believe that she personally delivered her own kids.

She has one other little glitch. While she's drilling your teeth...she sings along with the radio.

Between us this week there was a lot of singing.

I had 4 of my teeth smoothed out, plus one extra filling--no Novocaine for me, just get it done. This should be the end of the dental drama for a while.

The implants are in. The real teeth have been whitened to match. The surrounding teeth smoothed out. Fillings are in. They've all been scraped, x-rayed, flossed and poked. I've got the special super-fluoride tooth paste for bed time.

I'm done.

I'm hoping to go for the next six months without giving my teeth a second thought, just like the rest of the world.