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Just Like Dexter, But With More Pictures of Kittens

Earlier this school year (as a parent, I no longer think in "calendar" years; I think of a year as August-May.), one of my children needed a shark tooth removed.

Shark teeth are basically when the adult tooth grows up next to the baby tooth and the baby tooth does not fall out. They are extremely common in this household. Some people deal with earaches and colds; we have shark teeth.

(Fun fact: I hardly ever have had to help with the removal of loose teeth. Dentists have to remove them for us all the time.)

Our children's dentist has odd hours for shark tooth removal: school hours.

There's a hierarchy of pain + suffering that I consider when it involves missing school. I am not a "sure you can miss today" Mom. We do NOT leave to go on vacation. Therefore, being of the mean parent variety, I insisted my child not miss half a day of school to remove a tooth. So, I brought the child to my dentist.

I really like my dentist's office. My kids are now huge fans of my dentist after the shark tooth removal. It was two days before Thanksgiving and he offered us every kind of treat under the sun, including pie and donuts. (Fun fact: He also has a mini-fridge in the lobbies with Cokes- aka soda for most people-- for his clients.) Let's just get it out there now: The guy sure knows how to keep repeat business in more ways than one.

We've had the same Dental Hygienist for nine years now.  Even though I have a huge love + hate relationship with living in the desert, staying somewhere where I've known anyone, lest a Dental Hygienist, for nine years is pretty awesome.

She knows both my husband and I pretty well and I enjoy chatting with her, even though she's extremely meticulous and I can feel myself wanting to yell, "Less attention to detail, please! Just give it The Old College Try. There's a Coke with my name on it in the lobby."

One day, R (the Hygienist) and I started talking about TV shows. I had recently finished a major feat: Watching every episode of Sex and the City in order. (Priorities, people. I have priorities.) We discussed other shows I could watch in order.

Somehow...we landed on Dexter.

I've seen Dexter (Showtime-- serial killer show) before. Every episode. But I watched it over years, spread out. This time, I decided to binge watch Dexter, which was possibly up there in the top 30 dumb things I've ever done.

I was a couple of seasons in before I realized just how bad  binge watching a dark show like Dexter was for my mental health. My mind was going there a lot. It's just such a dark and moody show, not to mention the violent deaths and creepy plots.

Dexter: great but yeah....

After realizing just how much this show was effecting my mind, I stopped cold turkey. It took a bit of time for me to stop thinking that everyone was this potential creep, that we're not all ice truck killers or psychos.

I haven't touched Dexter since then, which is a shame, as I like that show. I thought I'd finally gotten over the mental impact of binge watching...until I glanced over at my neighbor's house.

A truck pulled up in front of his house the other day; it was a weird camper-style trailer one might see a fancy race car in. While I've seen the same vehicles come and go from this house, I've never seen a street-hogging trailer. The next day, I noticed that the front window of his house now has what appears to be cling wrap covering it from the inside.

"Dave has a Kill Room," I said to my husband as I nodded across the street.

(Just like Muscle Memory...my mind apparently is still holding on to this TV experience. Sheesh.)

But...come to think of it...I haven't seen Dave in a few days. Luckily, there was an episode of Dexter where a nosy neighbor helped solve a crime.

I just hope that the neighbor's plot line ended nicely and not the way most of the plots did.

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