Flossing Poetic
So my teeth took me on a shopping spree after I left work this evening. They decided they wanted some toothpaste and an electric flosser, because I am now resigned to a lifetime of poking between rather then drawing downward, when it comes to methods of cleaning the teeth of my mandible. My mouth was very excited to play with its new toys when I arrived back, and was into the toothpaste before I had opportunity to protest....
...and that's when I was forced against the wall in sheer horror.
The delectable allure of vanilla mint whitening was too much for me to resist at the store but as soon as the flavor hit my mouth, I was back in that sparsely decorated dreary beige powder room, with 90's chic glass etching on the mirror, the rain pouring down outside on the palm trees, the sweet smell of some unrecognizable flora mixed faintly with dog saliva, and tainted with self-tanner.
The toothpaste was the one we purchased on the road down to Savannah...
Which almost is forgivable due to its very palatable flavour, but after being trapped in that god awful place last night, inescapable even in my dreams, being reminded of that was tantamount to being kicked in the box.
Upon being reminded of being kicked in the box my attentions turned to my new whirring flosser. Excitedly I tore it from the package, only to catch myself in its overall examination. Cautiously, I raised my finger to the cushioned rubber button perched on its top.
It whirred.
I giggled.
I touched my finger to the green antennae on its end.
Whirr.
It was at that point that my delight turned to inexplicable fear, and now I can't get the damned thing near my mouth.
And the flosser never flossing, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the dusty dresser, just right next to the chamber door.
And its presence has all the bearing of an evil flosser that is starring,
And the Ikea indirrect lighting casts its shadow on the floor.
And my orthodontics while that shadow lies floating on the floor,
Shall be flossed - nevermore!
So my teeth took me on a shopping spree after I left work this evening. They decided they wanted some toothpaste and an electric flosser, because I am now resigned to a lifetime of poking between rather then drawing downward, when it comes to methods of cleaning the teeth of my mandible. My mouth was very excited to play with its new toys when I arrived back, and was into the toothpaste before I had opportunity to protest....
...and that's when I was forced against the wall in sheer horror.
The delectable allure of vanilla mint whitening was too much for me to resist at the store but as soon as the flavor hit my mouth, I was back in that sparsely decorated dreary beige powder room, with 90's chic glass etching on the mirror, the rain pouring down outside on the palm trees, the sweet smell of some unrecognizable flora mixed faintly with dog saliva, and tainted with self-tanner.
The toothpaste was the one we purchased on the road down to Savannah...
Which almost is forgivable due to its very palatable flavour, but after being trapped in that god awful place last night, inescapable even in my dreams, being reminded of that was tantamount to being kicked in the box.
Upon being reminded of being kicked in the box my attentions turned to my new whirring flosser. Excitedly I tore it from the package, only to catch myself in its overall examination. Cautiously, I raised my finger to the cushioned rubber button perched on its top.
It whirred.
I giggled.
I touched my finger to the green antennae on its end.
Whirr.
It was at that point that my delight turned to inexplicable fear, and now I can't get the damned thing near my mouth.
And the flosser never flossing, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the dusty dresser, just right next to the chamber door.
And its presence has all the bearing of an evil flosser that is starring,
And the Ikea indirrect lighting casts its shadow on the floor.
And my orthodontics while that shadow lies floating on the floor,
Shall be flossed - nevermore!
hehe that made me laugh.... quite a lot o_O