I Have Faults Too

I mean, I know everyone thinks I have it all together and life is just wonderful all the time and I do everything right and nothing goes wrong and my family is great and my roommates are awesome and my job is the best job on the planet and that I have a rockin' body without ever working out and my room is always clean and my clothes always match and I bake delicious baked goods and my hair falls perfectly across my shoulders as the wind blows luscious curls across my face and I have a 4.0 and I get nine hours of sleep every night and I have a butler who brings me chocolate on a tray and a seamstress to custom fit all my clothes and Frank Sinatra to sing me to sleep and a feather mattress and....oh you know....life is just perfect.  

Well, my friends, I have a fault.  

I do not floss my teeth.  

BUT this is quickly changing as I have flossed for the last three days at least once a day.  So pretty soon I will be perfect and have perfect teeth.  Maybe I'll change my name to Mary and be practically perfect in every way.  Except I don't want to be practically perfect...I'm going to be perfect. 

I'll keep Abigail.

My Health Communications group handing out free flosser kits (popcorn and floss) for a project....I made the giant flosser our fairy is holding!

PS- I'm tired.  And when I'm tired and want to blog, this is the kind of stuff I come up with.  One day I'll look back and this and wonder how I ever got to be so weird...one day will probably be tomorrow....