It's another one of those days when I am swamped with work, but if I don't pause to blog a little, it'll never get done. I just got back to my desk from phase three of my intensive teeth cleaning. You see, I went for years without a proper dental cleaning, and now that I am taking the time to get some preventative maintenance done on my carcass, I have a lot of catching up to do. This one seems to have gone better than the previous two. At first, I thought that the dentist skimped on the novacaine, but it finally set in, and the cleaning went well. After the cleaning, I had to wait to schedule my next and final intensive cleaning and had to return to the waiting room for a bit. When I sat down, I couldn't help but notice the blaringly loud socks that a woman was wearing there. She was dressed in business attire, but man, those socks! I had nearly enough medication in me to allow myself to say something to her about it, too. Maybe even enough to survive the punch in the face she would have given me for saying something about it, like, "Hey lady, did you get dressed in the dark this morning?" But I was able to restrain myself. A moment later, she turned -- probably sensing that I was staring at those friggin' socks of hers. I was almost embarrassed, but it turned out to be the studio's old receptionist, so I had no trouble at all with calling attention to those Muppet socks, or whatever they were. We chatted a bit before I had to go back to the desk, and she told me that her mother reads this blog, so I thought I'd let you know that your daughter might still need some help with her wardrobe selections. :)