Garlic Mouth

That's right; I have garlic mouth. The Boy doesn't like garlic mouth, but I don't mind it. I think it is great that I'm still tasting my dinner several hours after the fact. I'm just sad that we are out of sparkling water. I could do with a bit of a bubble scrub on my throat. The Boy even flossed while we watched some episodes of 30 Rock on Netflix. I did not. I haven't had a cavity since college, and my dentist always tells me to keep up the good work. Ha. Goes to show you what good genes can accomplish: long eyelashes and hardy teeth. Thanks ma and pa. Now I am going to go to bed with my garlic mouth and make sure to breath in to The Boy's face as much as possible.