Update

Five. I have FIVE cavities. The dentist blames my kids. Pregnancy ruins calcium and enamel on teeth. That's a good enough excuse for me.

As I suspected, the dentist was livid that I rarely floss. Yeah, yeah, yeah. After he noticed my lack of flossing enthusiasm, he pulled out some pictures of rotten moths and teeth from people who didn't floss. Consider me a changed woman. There is now a roll of floss in each of the following places: my purse, the desk, the living room basket, in my bathroom cabinet, in the basket with all my hair things, and one for good measure on top of my printer. 'Nuff said.

Mark needs two wisdom teeth removed (snicker, ahem- I mean ohhh). However, he only has two cavities. I wish I had brought my camera. There would have been a great shot of Mark in the chair with white knuckles.

Anyway, I'm insanely busy with school work this week, and I'm going to an art opening for a photographer who shoots pictures of tattoos tomorrow. So, I may not be posting again until Friday when I expect to be grounded due to the upcoming snow storm.