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Thursday, January 10, 2019

the scrape. My wife is a scraper. Olive fights the war in myplaque

So Olive and I were doing dishes.
Me washing her rinsing. I wasn't crazy about the job she was doing but I decided I would just take the diarrhea rather than smash the domestic bliss by saying something (because married.)
Olive didn't subscribe to those methods because after buffing dish, we went to brush teeth.
She was paying more attention to me than herself.
"I'm gonna mimic what you do and see if I get all my teeth."
She didn't think my style was up to par. 
She kind of has a right, we makeout a lot (especially for folks who have been together 10 years).
I wasn't hip to her scheme though. 
It made me self conscious being watched so I did a rush job. At the end she said "I missed like 8 teeth copying you."
So I did what a lot of spouses would do. 
I made a break for it.
Didn't work, she caught me by the scruff, sat me on the tub, examined and then broke out the tools.
She has a set of metal dental tools and she knows how to use them.
I gave up and let her have her way with me. She does this once a year or so.
An Olive scrape is strong but no frills. There is no sanding in this project so it takes a week or so for the back of my teeth to smooth out. She isn't gentle dental either, she scrubs them teeth like she is washing a car. All I can do is hold on and try thinking pleasant thoughts.
Thanks wifee.






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