I'm not terrible with flossing, but I do not always hit every tooth. I tend to focus on the back ones where a spare chicken wing can hide. However, in the two or so days leading up to a dental cleaning, I am like super tooth caregiver. Like Donnie Osmand. I floss, I fluroride, I rinse with Listerine until hot sauce tastes like dish soap.

This morning the strategy paid off when the nice hygenist reported, "No cavities!" Sweet.

In related news, I have left my hot dentist.. It just wasn't working out with my marriage, her marriage, and her two children.