Why is a grown woman eating what appears to be a PB&J for dinner?

It’s actually an almond butter and cherry preserve sandwich, but whatever. Details, details.

Why is said AB&J then cut up into a million tiny squares? That is a furry kitty paw in you see at the top. I try to stop her, but damn Cleo is a real food ninja.

That is because I went to the dentist this afternoon. For a deep cleaning.

I don’t really know anyone who likes going to the dentist except for my 10th grade English teacher who said that she liked getting her teeth “scrubbed and massaged for her.” I like scrubbing and massaging my own teeth, thank you very much.

But the experience was actually not bad at all. Dr. Gentry and her staff in the Financial District have been the best people I’ve ever had to get poked and prodded by. And today, when I was expecting a shot because I had to get deep cleaning for my back molars, I actually got this squeezable gel thing squirted around my gum line that numbed me right up. No scary, huge needle or an annoying 3-hour lag of drooly mouth and fuzzy tongue. Yay!

However, my hygienist did say to stay away from hot or spicy foods tonight while my “open wounds” heal. I decided to play it safe and have an AB&J and I even cut it up into tiny pieces so I could basically dry swallow the sandwich whole without having to touch tooth to bread.

While things didn’t quite work out that way even with my liberal application of both nut butter and jam, I somehow got the sandwich into my stomach by mashing each square against the roof of my mouth and then chugging seltzer water while furiously swallowing. Thank God M isn’t home. He would’ve died laughing watching me.

Which brings me to my final little tidbit for the evening. I am going SALSA-DANCING!!!

Right now.

Toodledoo!

xoxo,

Jenn

P.S. Brush. And floss. Every day. Lots of times.