Unclean! Unclean!

Tonight I made a truly scrumptious dinner -- spice-rubbed salmon with home-made peach salsa and roasted potatoes. Yum, yum, and low-fat. I am trying to institute weekly Fish Night at the O'Neal estates, and though Dada is usually anti-fish, he agrees that it is a healthy thing to do.

For whatever reason, I chose to go in the bathroom and pick my teeth after dinner. I was scraping away at this and that, when I noticed a brown spot atop my left top premolar. I scraped with the fingernail. I brushed with a toothbrush. I even had the hubs come and try to scrape it off with a dull fingernail file, at which point we realized that this brown "spot" was actually a rotting pit, and that there was a similarly colored spot (though not a pit) on a neighboring tooth.

I *never* get cavities. Never. I have had one in my whole life, and Mike and I are convinced that this "cavity" was actually not a cavity, but a contribution towards a downpayment on our shady dentist's yacht. *Now* I may very well have not just one, but two, and they will likely only get worse because of the specialness of pregnant-lady mouth chemistry. Worse yet, this "pit" is on a tooth people can actually see, and though it isn't exactly too noticeable... come on, tooth decay is just ugly, and too redneck for my liking.

That evil U.B. is attacking my previously impermeable teeth. Well, him/her and my midnight donut/ice cream sandwich binges. Must go to dentist tomorrow...or life will surely end...