Ouch!

 Today, once again according to my west coast brother who knows such things, is "Dental Drill Appreciation Day."  Now I ask you, is that a day anyone really wants to celebrate?  Except maybe the inventor of the drill or a sadistic dentist.  It's also "National Peanut Brittle Day" which, if you eat enough of it, could land you in the dentist's chair.  

I actually have a good relationship with my dentist.  I've been going to the same dental group since I moved back to Fort Wayne 43 years ago.  At that time my parents recommended the dentist (he was working solo then) , so it was a family thing, although I do not remember getting a family discount. Of course things have changed a little in those 43 years. These days, the dentist who checks my teeth after they have been thoroughly cleaned is either the grandson of the one I started with or one of the three other dentists on staff.  

I do try to take good care of my teeth and I guess it's working.  The last time I was there, three months ago, the dentist who checked the cleaning said that I have "the teeth of a 30 year old."  I told him that I hoped she didn't want them back.