Pearly Whites and Mistaken Identity

I woke up early Thursday morning as my mom wandered into my room and basically punched my leg. She urged me to wake up as I had a dentist appointment which she booked last minute. I quickly brushed my teeth and headed to the dentist remembering that I had many errands to run for my mom later on. As I rushed out the door I had forgot to get papers for an Emmisions Test that I needed to renew my license plate sticker. I ended up doing a U-turn and rushed into the house while my neighbours watched as I blurred passed the door. I realized I would be late for my appointment so I drove a little faster than usual and arrived only five minutes late. Sadly, I was the only one in there at 9:30 in the morning. The secretary waved me in to see the dental hygenist who cleaned my teeth and asked about my life. I struggled to form words as she probed my mouth with that hook and mirror. She commented on the whiteness of my teeth which made my morning. I had used Crest Whitestrips before and was glad to see that my teeth still had pearliness about them. I try to refrain from coffee as I know it will stain my teeth, but can't stay away from soda. Either way, it made me glad that not only were they white, but not clean and polished. After a few questions about my wisdom teeth, which still have not come in, my hygenist handed me a toothbrush and I was off.

I drove over to Active Green and Ross again to get an Emmissions test for our other family car. It was first come first serve once again. Although it was 10:15 in the morning, there were nine other cars awaiting the same test. The man at the counter told me that it would be at least a couple of hours as he looked over the paperwork with the information about the car. He wished me a Happy Birthday which surprised me as my Birthday is in January. I realized he was looking at my mom's birthday and I corrected him having a laugh while at it. I don't think I look 46, but I suppose it could be anyone's mistake :P. With the estimated time being so long and seeing as I had nothing else to do, I handed over the keys and walked out the door. I knew there was a McDonalds nearby seeing as I have lived in that town nearly my whole life and decided to get breakfast. Breakfast buritoes, one of the only things I will have at breakfast at McDicks, and apple juice were the source of the most important meal of the day. So much for healthy foods. I scarfed down the food as I messaged people trying to figure out what I would do for two hours. I decided the best waste of time would be to read a book, but seeing as I had nothing with me, I wandered over to the Chapters just up the street.

I meandered the aisles countless times trying to find something that would peak my interests, but nothing really seemed to catch my eye. I looked at their recommended reading and top paper back novels and about every stand or promotion table they had. Desperate to find a book, I wandered once more into the aisles of the fiction section. My eyes quickly moved over countless titles and finally landed on just one. The Ides of March: A Novel by Valerio Massimo Manfredi. I recognized the name, but could not pin point what it was. I searched the back of the novel for a description and discovered it was a recreation of the killing of Julius Caesar. Intrigued I looked up his other books and found The Lost Army. This novel was about Spartans and I just couldn't resist getting both. I walked over to the cash register and stood in line behind a family. The families little boy was begging his mom to buy him a bookmark and the mother asked why. The boy explained that he may lose his spot while reading on the plane or when he decides to stop reading in bursts of speech as young children do. Of course, it was cute-sied up by a factor of a billion. The mother of course gave in, as I suspect anyone would after a speech like that. I paid the cashier with my Visa and checked the time. 12:23. I was amazed I spent two hours in Chapters in search of a book I didn't even know existed. Seeing as the car should be close to finished, I popped by Starbucks to grab a caramel apple spice, adding extra cinnamon this time, and headed back to the mechanic. As I walked in, fully expecting there still to be a line and for me to have time to read my new books, the man told me it was all done. I once again paid with my Visa and thanked him. I got into the car, put on my seatbelt and read the review. PASS. Relieved, I headed home to rest before picking up my mom from work.

At 2:45 I went to get my mom from work so we could go renew both license plates for our family cars. The ministry for driving related things (I'm not sure what the proper term is) didn't have a long line up so we waited. Having all the paper work filled out in advanced we didn't wait long and were out in time to pick up my younger brother from school.

Seeing as it was my mom's birthday, we decided to head out for dinner. I suggested sushi even though I had it the night before because I just didn't get my sushi fix. My brother quickly agreed and my mom did so as well. We waited for my dad to come home from work and then headed of to Sushi on 7, an AYCE place owned by my older brother's friend. We got a table near the sushi master and ordered quickly as we were all hungry. I didn't stuff myself as I did yesterday, but I did get a lot. I suppose it's not a good idea to go to an AYCE sushi establishment after having sushi the night before because the quality isn't the same. Sushi on 7 which is usually very tasty was lacking in key aspects of sushi that I love so much. Overall, it wasn't a bad meal and my family was happy and I was satisfied. We wished my mom happy birthday a couple dozen more times before the night was through.

Happy Birthday Mom and sorry about almost stealing your birthday.