Old Lady Washcloth Face and the Curious Case of the Funky Tongue

Mr. Wonderful's overly sensitive olfactory system went into overdrive again recently in our house. You may remember the washcloth incidents mentioned here and here. Well, the latest involved a halitosis issue.

One night, we were kissing goodnight and I thought his breath didn't smell its freshest. Trying to be nice, I continued with the kiss and then went to bed. But the next day I couldn't help myself. I told him I thought maybe he'd been dehydrated or something and that he should drink more water before going to bed.

"You have bad breath a lot of times, too," he told me.

I asked why—if it was such a regular thing—he'd never mentioned it. He, too, wanted to be nice. I asked if he thought my halitosis was the result of dehydration. He asked if I had forgotten to brush my tongue. Come to think of it...I had...

"Stick it out and let me smell it," he insisted.

Such romantic pillow talk.

Long story short, my tongue was the culprit. So I've been trying to remember to brush it thoroughly every night before bed. But there are still some nights I forget. I know, dental hygienists everywhere are crying right now.

I decided to try to devise a memory trick, training my brain to think of tongue brushing every time I looked at my dental floss container. Despite being a sporadic tongue brusher, I am an avid flosser.

Apparently Mr. W thought I needed even more of a reminder. Because when I came home from my east-coast trip last weekend, I discovered this:

Yes, that's a little hand-drawn tongue and toothbrush on the lid of my dental floss. Thank you Mr. W. I will never come to bed with halitosis ever again.