You Were My Voice When I Couldn't Speak
I get to watch TV on the ceiling when I go to my dentist's office. I don't watch a lot of streaming TV these days, I mostly pick up my favorite shows on Hulu after my kids are asleep. So something about watching daytime TV (that wasn't PBS kids) is exciting. Sure I'll have someone drilling into the roots of my tooth, but I get a chance to watch TV alone!
When I got there, Ellen was finishing up (rats), and Oprah was beginning. She was talking with Celine Dion that day. The episode was interrupted with rrrrereeerererrrreeeererrrr sounds from a drill, but I got it. The syrupy sweet message carried itself into my wide open mouth and gave me another cavity. I swear. Puppies and babies and Michael Jackson tributes and-- wait for it-- surprising the Canadian Tenors! The only way it could've been sweeter is if Celine's son gave her a video tribute! Oh wait, that happened too!
I went back yesterday to have a cavity refilled. I watched Rachael Ray talk about clothes that make you look fat--like turtlenecks and corduroy pants. I own both of those. Sometimes I even wear them together.
As it turns out, watching TV at the dentist isn't totally awesome. Even if it is on the ceiling.