Rhododendron

Dress: BCBG (similar, similar splurge); Sandals: Forever 21 (similar, similar 2, similar 3)

I went to the dentist today after much harassment and prompting by my dentist's receptionist - I was overdue by about, oh, six months. I had to muster up the courage to finally call them and allow them to poke at my teeth for an hour while laying partially upside down wearing weird sunglasses. I don't have a problem with having plaque-free teeth, or a problem with getting free toothbrushes (who doesn't love dentist swag?), but I do hate being yelled at about flossing for the better part of an hour. When are dentists and dental hygienists going to give it up?! I promise I brush my teeth more than twice a day. I promise I floss about twice a week and more often when I've been eating something particularly stringy, like corn. I don't suck on candy all day long and I've never had a cavity. I'm in pretty good shape, I'd say. But I can promise you that I am never going to floss three times a day. I'm just not.

After intense flossing harassment, I adopted a hang-dog look and they figured they could kick me when I was down by telling me that my gums are larger than normal. What?! My gums are larger than normal? Is there a normal gum largeness they're measuring this by? They then said I could always opt for some elective gum modification procedure where they would shave off my gums in order to make my teeth appear longer. :| Needless to say, my short teeth and I felt weird for the rest of the day. My gums didn't seem to care, large and in charge as they are.

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