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Spa Day.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jan 9, 2024
  • 2 min read

After hosting 6 teenage boys for a NYE sleepover, I decided to take a much needed spa day.


You know, me time.


Relax. Unwind. Be pampered.


I believe this spa identified as a dentist's office, but none the less it was an hour I got to adult and be social.


And it forced me to dress in something other than pajamas or yoga pants that have never set foot into a yoga studio or even been remotely close to a gym.


Bonus, I chose to wear my hot pink fur coat, because well, that needed to get out and be seen as well.


It's fun to play dress up in your own closet.


Charm the world with my sparkle, you know the drill.


Channel my inner Popple.


If you don't get that reference, you and I now have beef.


Anyways, after three years of neglecting my teeth, I now have more than made up for my lack of dental attentiveness.


Honestly, after the pandemic hit, I could have cared less as to how many damn cavities I may or may not have possessed.


Dental hygiene was not going to hit at the top of my list of priorities.


Growing up my mother had me go every 6 months like clockwork.


Hope I am making you proud Mom!


Man, I remember hating going to the dentist as a kid.


Now?


Ok, I'll allow it, and maybe even look forward to it?


God adulting is freaking weird like that.


My parents did a lot to let me in on life, but neither of them let me in on this nugget of knowledge.


Neither of them sat me down and said, 'one day sweetheart you will look forward to going to the dentist.'


Well either way, I stopped Tik Toking for a minute to get a cavity filled and let the world feel a little ray of Cynthia sunshine (wink wink).


May we all bring our sunshine out on this cloudy overcast day.


Xoxo,

C.


P.S. By the way, got my new four front teeth!


Santa was good this year!





 
 
 

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