Ugh. I had to take my MiL to the doctor on the way to daycare this morning, so I left the house with the kids at 7:30 and have been driving pretty much ever since. I got to daycare at 9ish and back into my car to come home at about 9:30. Got home and ate breakfast at 10. yeeff. How do people handle long commutes in the morning? I'd go postal.

I went from no cavities as a child to...well, bad teeth. Break on a soft bagel bad. Coincided with the hormones finally regulating. Anyway, I'm gonna be paying for that nasty little trick of nature.

I had eight teeth pulled when I was about 7 and had various retainers and things that were supposed to make my teeth come in straight. Not so much. I ended up with several years more of orthodonture when I was in high school. What I remember about having those teeth pulled is that the tooth fairy shorted me. I did not get eight times the usual rate. The tooth fairy apparently believed this was a wholesale deal. Now, parents, aren't you shuddering about what your children will remember about you in 40 years?

I bought Mars Needs Moms today and oof. It made me cry.

There was a great interview with Berke Breathed about this book on NPR. I really want to read it.

I had one of those retainers they cemented to the roof of my mouth, with a key that got turned every night to widen it and provide more room for my upper front arcade, and it only partially worked (they're still crooked and cramped up there).

Does the fact that each of my dentists died excuse the fact that I haven't been to a dentist in years?

Yeah I know I need to go.

Well, my teeth came in perfectly straight. My JAW was crooked (cross-bite) so I had to have braces to get my teeth to align properly. Then my wisdom teeth came in - perfectly healthy and straight - and I had to have them removed because there wasn't room for them. Two of my front bottom teeth are still slightly overlapped from that. sigh.

My new dentist was the first one to tell me why my jaw always clicks when I yawn widely--apparently, my lower jaw is squarish, and my upper is very arched, and where they join is a bit out of alignment as a result, leading to clicking jaws.

Oh my. So far today we've had a disaster drill and a dress code reminder. I'm trying to figure out if I'm in violation of the dress code. They say no T-shirts, but do Ann Taylor T-shirts count?

As I've been wearing them for months and no one has taken me aside, I'm going to assume I'm fine. I mean, it's not like I'm bouncing around the office in tube tops and flip-flops.

I have found that people who say "no t-shirts" don't really know what T-shirts are. I think they mean casual t-shirts or that you need to wear a blazer or sweater over the nice t-shirt.