When's The Last Time Your Dentist Popped by for a Visit?

Mine did yesterday. How weird is that? The thing that makes it even weirder is that I used to date him. And the thing that makes it REALLY weird is that my seven year old confessed to me last year that she wants to marry him when she grows up. Weird.

Anyway, we've always had one of those relationships where we visit every six months at our check-up but then after we built our house he kept saying he should stop by some time to see where we lived and then all of a sudden he did! Weird.

Luckily he was polite enough to give us an hour warning so we could pick up the fallout from the day. I have Stranger and the kids trained pretty well. The kids get so excited about any kind of company that they will work like, well, like little kids who are excited that company is coming. We homeschool so every knows that they must be starved for socialization. Oh and Stranger is starved for it too so that's why he helps.

Anyway, once everything was looking as good as it can be when you have five foot high weeds leading to your front door and your garage floor is covered with chicken poop because someone forgot to shut it the other day, Victor said, "Wouldn't it be funny if you told us that someone was coming over just to get us to clean the house really fast and then you said, 'Just kidding!"

"Ya, that would be so funny!"

Don't think I haven't thought of that one already. I wouldn't want to turn into the mother who cried "company" but I'm not above using it if it ever becomes necessary. Like when I need the house picked up so I can take blog photos. Funny how sometimes when you think company is coming, they don't actually come. Not that that's ever happened at my house.

The thing that made the whole visit not weird was that we had a great time discussing the meaning of life with Dr. Dentist and he brought three scrumptious desserts from a fabulous restaurant for us to share. Of course we put the kids to bed before we broke them out but we may have saved them a bite or two to enjoy later. After all, they did all that cleaning and everything. It should be worth at least three bites of a chocolate fudge brownie. But not the lime cheesecake because I accidentally ate all of that one after Dr. Dentist left. Aren't dentists supposed to tell you not to eat sugar? Apparently not if they are the cool "stop by for a visit with a bag full of desserts" kind of dentist.