I’ve always been proud of my white teeth. Yea, I said it. I like to tell myself I’ve got the whitest little pearlys in the whole wide world. Did I mention Im referring to my pre-coffee problem days? Aren’t you happy I’m finally accepting I have a problem? Its the first step you know?

Where was I? Oh yea, the whitest teeth. So since my coffee binge, I’ve been making a point to give the ol’e chiclets a good scrub more frequently throughout the day. Its a good habit to get into but hard to pickup. One of the things that helped was torturing myself with photos of old Irish men with rotten teeth. I’d hate for people to assume I eat bugs for a living at some sick bug factory in asia judging by my toothsies. And who wants that right?

Oh, and I thought I’d mention someone used my toothbrush yesterday! I mean, thats gross. C’mon, whoever it was, quit it. I have to go spend $14.00 for a new toothbrush now. And that comes out of my coffee fund. How appropriate.

UPDATE: Thanks for the new toothbrush Sam!