I went to the dentist yesterday for my six month check up. I'm delighted to report there were no unpleasant surprises. No cavities and I had a nice chat with the hygienist. I wonder why they always want to talk to you when they're working in your mouth? It never fails. And they always seem to ask personal questions like whether or not I have kids or whether or not my husband is a childish jerk.
A couple of years ago, I had a very uncomfortable encounter with a hygienist in Georgia who assumed I don't have kids because my husband is enough of a kid for me. Not true at all. If anyone's the kid at our house, it's me! She didn't seem too happy when I told her my husband was a good guy and an excellent provider.
It's also interesting to see how different dentists operate. The one I use now is very sharp and competent, but she doesn't check my glands the way one of my old dentists did.
Anyway, at least yesterday's hygienist was very pleasant and didn't delve too much. And I'm always happy when I don't have dental dramas. I just have to keep it up until October, a month before we head to Scotland for our 10th anniversary!