It is with unhappiness that I inform you that I fell short on my 2008 New Year's resolution which was to floss my teeth every day. I missed two days. And I know exactly which two days they were, too: June 9 and 10, 2008. We were in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and it was the last two nights of our trip to Yellowstone.
The weather looked like this. . .
And this. . .
Yes, remember with me fondly. It was June. It was our summer vacation. It snowed every day.
Anyway, the last two nights of our trip we were staying at a KOA outside Jackson Hole. Nice little cabins, but no running water. So at bedtime, after consuming my weight in s'mores, I slogged off to the bathroom with all of my toiletries. . .except for my dental floss. And then when I got back to the cabin I couldn't be bothered to take the floss and go back to the bathroom and take care of business. And the thought of flossing and then not washing my hands or rinsing my mouth was just too much for my snow-clogged brain to handle.
That explains the first night of failure to floss. The second night? Probably just utter defeat at the weather and freezing cold temperatures. Maybe I hoped it was too cold for plaque to form on my teeth. But my dentist will make that call when I go for a checkup next week.
Wouldn't it be ironic if, in this year of flossing faithfully, I had a cavity? I can't bear the thought. I must do better next year. Or maybe if I do have a cavity after all this work, I should just quit altogether in outright rebellion. That would be so smart.