So, like a dumb butt, I sent out 30 or so Christmas newsletters (with spiffy family photo included) before doing a thorough read-thru. And when I did finally do a thorough read-thru? I found 2 typo-s in it. They occur in the paragraph directly following the other paragraph that states how I started blogging, and I love writing, and I’m a going to be a great, famous writer, blah blah blah. Ok, I didn’t really say anything about me being a great writer. Which is good. Because after reading through the newsletter, people with rightfully conclude that I’m not such a great writer. In the very least, I’m a horrible typer. (As a side note: spell check doesn’t think “typer” is a real word. I should probably use “typist”, but I’ll keep it in there just to showcase my stupidity.)

This has, however, been a good lesson for me. Read through stuff… because written jokes really bomb when they aren’t even speeled korrectly.

(a fun game!: find the typo-s in the Christmas newsletter and receive a booby prize by mail!)

This morning our whole family showed up bright and early at the dentist’s office for our semi-annual cleaning. It was tooth-scraping good times. When they start in on the scraping with the metal tools on my teeth, it almost sends me through the roof; like nails down a chalk board.

Good news, though: our whole family is cavity-free this time. Very different from Jachin’s eight-cavity visit last time. (I know, I said I’d never speak of it again, and here I am speaking about it with my big, clean mouth.)

Jachin took some awesome footage of Zoe getting her fluoride treatment. You’d think after several decades of doing it the horrible way (nasty tasting “grape” in huge plastic trays meant for crocodile mouths) that they’d come up with something better. But alas… behold another generation suffering through grape flavored fluoride in huge dental trays:

Jachin also secretly got some video of me getting my teeth scraped. My hair looked really nice today… but the video is just of me screaming “stop running in and out of the waiting room!”… and I didn’t think anyone really wanted to hear 38 seconds of that. But just know that my hair is really hanging nicely today. And I’m yelling at my kids a lot.

Me: (flashing the $100 dollar bill my mom gave me to cover a couple Christmas gifts) “See, babe, you aren’t the only one with big bucks.”

Jon: “Woah, where’d you get that, Miss Moneybags?”

Me: “I flashed a guy my boobs today.”

Jon: “Sweet! You need to do that everyday.”

Me: “You aren’t jealous that I flashed a guy my boobs for money?”

Jon: “Nahhh, I know what I’ve got and I’m okay flaunting it. I’m not a jealous lover.”

Me: “Well, what I didn’t tell you is that he paid me to put my boobs back in my shirt.”

Jon: “Wow… that’s a sad story.”