I Love My Brother-In-Law, Mike! Even At The Dentist in Two Different States

A couple of weeks ago I lost a filling on a piece of asparagus and for the days that followed, I have had an awful time getting food caught in between my teeth. Well, it wasn't a filling, it was actually a chipped crown, so Daddy Warbucks needs to kick in for a replacement.

I sent my brother-in-law a photo of me in the dentist chair when he returned with one of his own - he had a toothache that turned into a hanging tooth. While I was being worked on in Stratford, Connecticut, he was being appraised in Syracuse, New York.

You know you've hit middle age when something like these two photos totally cracks you up. It seems like yesterday Mike was getting his eyebrows plucked as a 22-year old courtier to my older sister. There wasn't a gray on us.

Now we're both gray all the way.

I was worked on my a new dentist who is taking over my retiring dentist's office and she greeted me with, "Today is my first day and work, so you shouldn't be nervous at all," then asked the dental assistant, "Can you teach me how to floss this guy?"

She was hilarious and at about 5'2'' she said, "I'll need you to tilt your head more than usual because you're the length of this entire office and I have to use a high chair to see in your mouth."

She was actually very good, but through in these one-liners throughout the procedure that caught me off guard and kept me entertained. "Oh, I think I just worked on the wrong tooth. You have a couple of hours, don't you? I need to start all over."

And that is how my Monday began - nothing like dental camaraderie with the bro-in-law (it could have been worse, we might've shared colonoscopy photos - which I'm not looking forward to).

So here's to the inevitability of decaying teeth and a lifetime of sharing silliness with my sister's husband and my friend for life.