Yesterday I had my five week follow up with the periodontist (those of you who read Diary of an Aggressive Brusher will remember him as the lip dancer) on my gum graft. It was quick and painless and my graft, apparently, looks great.

When I got home from my appointment, my dog was so excited to see me that when I bent down to give him a kiss on his head, he sort of twisted around and nipped me on the lip (he sometimes will do a soft bite on the tip of your chin when he’s excited). It was totally an accident but it hurt.

Fast forward several hours and Allen gets home from work and Darby and I are all crowding around him and it’s really noisy and boisterous and Allen asks me about the dentist.

Me: “The appointment was great. [When I got home], he was so excited that he bit my lip.” I was petting Darby at the time and I put that bit in brackets because apparently Allen did not hear it.

Allen stops and looks at me, “He bit your lip?”

Me: “Yeah. It hurt.”

Allen: “The dentist bit your lip?”

Me: “hahahahaa!” At this point rolling on the floor laughing and barely able to squeak out that no it was the dog and then Allen’s laughing, too.

Him: “I was thinking that was one weird dentist.”

Me: “Did you actually think I would have let the dentist bite my lip and not have called in a SWAT team?”

I laugh every time I picture what Allen must have seen in his head. The dentist bending down and then saying, “I’m so excited by this gum graft! It looks great! Here, let me just…” then he is over me, his teeth on my soft upper lip, biting, and me just keeping my place in the chair, not reacting. Perhaps even thanking him.

Speaking of lips, what was up with that guy’s mother’s lips on American Idol last night? People, we must STOP with the collagen. It looks creepy, okay?