Ha! Your Dad really is central to this story. Eventually he gave up socks and put his bare feet in shoes. He gave a public lecture sitting on a chair on stage, leg crossed, revealing the absence of socks. Too bad he was not alive to see the shoes that do not require bending over at all.
Haha. It's all in the little stuff. Using your standard, I am barely scoring on the floss scale. Hanging my head in shame, teeth and gums shaking their wee fists at me. Thanks for the humanity, Anna, as ever.
Fear motivates. To avoid the periodontal disease that plagued my mother, I floss TWICE a day. The challenge is using the second, very small and pointy toothbrush that I'm supposed to use on my back teeth. Socks are easy. To avoid breaking my aged and thinning bones, I do balance exercises, so putting on socks (only in the winter) is no challenge at all.
LOL. Flossing is the twice most annoying time of my day. But, I'm too lazy to use my WaterPik anymore, so what's a broad to do? I had one of those days where I thought I was slaying it. Running a bunch of different errands, everyone smiling and keeping eye contact. Then, after the 4th or 5th place, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror and saw that I had HUGE black smudge on my right cheek. No idea what it was or how it got there. But not one of those nice, smiling, eye-contacting people had the humanity to tell me to check a mirror. Blessings to that person in the car. Your dad must've been a native/spiritual California, because who needs socks? (Me, for my Dr. Martens oxfords that refuse to break in. Aside from that, though...) xo
Ha! Your Dad really is central to this story. Eventually he gave up socks and put his bare feet in shoes. He gave a public lecture sitting on a chair on stage, leg crossed, revealing the absence of socks. Too bad he was not alive to see the shoes that do not require bending over at all.
But the flashing though... OMGahhhh!! O_O I would just die. That'd be it for me. I'd just run back home and call in sick.
Haha. It's all in the little stuff. Using your standard, I am barely scoring on the floss scale. Hanging my head in shame, teeth and gums shaking their wee fists at me. Thanks for the humanity, Anna, as ever.
Fear motivates. To avoid the periodontal disease that plagued my mother, I floss TWICE a day. The challenge is using the second, very small and pointy toothbrush that I'm supposed to use on my back teeth. Socks are easy. To avoid breaking my aged and thinning bones, I do balance exercises, so putting on socks (only in the winter) is no challenge at all.
LOL. Flossing is the twice most annoying time of my day. But, I'm too lazy to use my WaterPik anymore, so what's a broad to do? I had one of those days where I thought I was slaying it. Running a bunch of different errands, everyone smiling and keeping eye contact. Then, after the 4th or 5th place, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror and saw that I had HUGE black smudge on my right cheek. No idea what it was or how it got there. But not one of those nice, smiling, eye-contacting people had the humanity to tell me to check a mirror. Blessings to that person in the car. Your dad must've been a native/spiritual California, because who needs socks? (Me, for my Dr. Martens oxfords that refuse to break in. Aside from that, though...) xo