So I know it's been awhile since I posted. Sorry. I decided to take a little hiatus after LOST took it's permanent hiatus. We also had a death in the family, a week and a half vacation, and we're getting our house ready to go on the market. Squee! I love a new house! I'll be posting more from now on.
PETTY RANT - I hate going to the dentist. Let me re-word that so it's easier to understand. I would rather let Secretariat stomp on my face that go to the dentist. I hate it. I have very good teeth. They are straight, and I've never had braces or even a retainer. They are clean because I'm terrified of having bad breath, so I floss and brush regularly like a good little girl. My cleanings are always a breeze and take no time. The hygentist raves about my teeth and how I take such good care of them. I had an appointment today. Everything went swimmingly, then the dentist walked in. He did the dentist thing, where he told me to open my mouth, touched to of my teeth with his scrapy thing and said, "You need to floss more." Are you serious? I floss EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. Sometimes twice a day if I eat something stringy like celery. Are dentists just required to say that to everyone? Because it offended me. I know it's petty, but there it is. Dear Dentist: I already floss every day. Find something new to say.
RAVE - So Hubs and I took M to see Despicable Me this weekend. GO SEE IT! It's wonderful. Not only did it solidify my desire to have minions (who knew minions were so cute?!), but it had plenty to keep us entertained, and plenty to keep M entertained. I don't want to give the movie away, but I will share Hubs' favorite line with you, "I said DART gun, not FART gun!" Comic GOLD!
Parting notes: I feel like LOST created a vacuum and I should be writing a review of something occasionally. Any suggestions? Thanks for still reading, if you're still reading. Sorry I was MIA for so long.