Sorry, Amy.

One of my best friends from college went on to dental school. Her dad was a dentist. Her sister was a dentist. Her brother-in-law was a dentist. We got our share of [unsolicited] dental advice on occasion. Always sweet, of course, because Amy knew no other way. When I went back to school here in Kansas, I was without insurance. I had some problems with my teeth and she coached me from Memphis. Even sent contraband dental supplies in the mail. (NOT the federal mail, of course. It was interoffice mail - I promise.) She was even good enough to send me those fun, little, pink pills that little kids chew to see where they missed brushing because she knew I loved them. Well, I had a dentist appointment tonight. Had a cavitiy. Turns out living off Diet Coke and not brushing your teeth for nine months at a time will eventually catch up with you. So, I'm sorry, Amy. I am sorry that I chose to ignore all your advice. I promise to step it up a little in my dental care, ok? You can all hold me accountable on that. :)