The old man is off to get his last extractions done in a few hours. He is *not* looking forward to it.
I suggested he gets his teeth cleaned and whitened while he was there… which got us onto the subject of bad breath.
Seems he’d asked the dentist how bad it was and the dentist said it was ok unless you were up really close. At this of course I laughed and told him the dentist was remarkably diplomatic and recalled the standing family joke that his breath could kill at thirty paces and singe people’s eybrows even over the phone.
What with the sister already upsetting him this week my comments didn’t go down that well. He looked quite upset and said he’d not been told that in thirty years… I just said oops… and beat a hasty retreat 😀
As usual tact is *not* one of my more obvious attributes!
Still… I’ll make him a vegetable casserole for tonight to make it easier to eat and chew. That might lighten his day a little.
The Eclectic Interweb 