Look out! In the continuing tradition of my somewhat lame but strangely useful WFMW posts, I’m back with another gee-whiz-how-did-I-not-think-of-that-already tidbit to share. In the morning, I’m tired. At night, I’m tired. And when I’m tired, I don’t like to stand around and do another thing “the man” says I should do.
So, if I can floss sometime in the middle of the day during my ever-shrinking window of productivity, I’m so happy because I am thwarting gum disease AND I won’t have to do it at night when I just want to sneak my bra out the armhole of my shirt and roll over. (Yes, I do manage to brush my teeth at night. But flossing seems to be more than I can handle).
So, fellow lazy bones. Don’t floss at night and feel resentful. Floss at mid-day and feel smug. (All you three times a day happy-flossers need not comment. Just click away.)