There I was, at ease, lying in the dental hygienist’s chair. That should have been my first red flag. I was at ease. I was comfortable, conversation and laughs flowing back and forth between me and the dental hygienist who is a sweetheart. The more she said how funny I was, the more laughs we had.
After my teeth had been cleaned, in walks my dentist to check the panorama film that had been taken and to take a quick peek into my mouth. Standing next to me and of course looking down at me, he asks, “How is everything?”
Out of my mouth pops, “Well, Doc, it looks from where I’m at like you are up and I am down and we both are hanging for now.” The moment, and I mean the moment I said those words I turned bright beet red down to the roots of my hair. With face aflame I realized the sexual innuendos of what had just come flying out of my mouth. Of course, I did not mean my words in that context but….
Being very fair of skin, the blush was very evident. How I wanted to crawl under that chair I was laying on as acute embarrassment bit me you know where! With burning face, I forced myself to blip over what was just said to continue the conversation, asking my dentist how the biking is going. And act as though nothing out of the unusual happened even if my face was on fire!
Such is life. Especially with me, that is. And I’ll be, I can still blush! Dear heavens I didn’t know! Sometimes I’m clueless as to what comes out of my mouth. It’s just there. Blah. And it’s out. Blame that on my cats. They know how to be themselves and in being with them, I’ve learned how to be just me. You could say I’ve left the games behind whether others like it or not. For the most part, people warmly accept me for who I am. Even when I blush. ☺️
And here are the rest of the images I edited for you. Click on first image to enter gallery. Enjoy this spectacular display of Mother’s Artistry.
Photography/ “Oopsie”/ January 2019©AmyRose Photography