This morning I went to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned. Thankfully, I didn't need any x-rays so I avoided having to tell them "No, I am not pregnant. Please shoot me full of as much radiation as you would like." The dental technician was looking through my file and tells me "Oh, Virginia did your last cleaning. She just had a baby boy." Um, ok. Not sure how that is relevant to my gum health. I don't see the same technician every time I go so it isn't like I have any particular interest in their personal lives. I seriously couldn't pick Virginia out of a lineup. I realize she is just trying to make conversation and has no way of knowing that I don't want to hear random birth announcements so I let it go and stare up at the picture up on the ceiling. Then I start tuning in to the conversation my dentist is having with another patient across the hall. They are telling birth stories. 12 hours of labor and no epidural. Come on! Like a dental cleaning isn't torture enough. Between that, my dog whining to go out at about 5am and the awful traffic I sat in just to get to the dentist, I have been in a terrible mood all day. I just got up on the wrong side of the bed, apparently. Boot camp is in an hour and I really hope that snaps me out of this mood. If it doesn't, I am stopping for brownies on the way home.