I used to hate flossing. I only did it the week before my check-up so my gums wouldn't be so sore afterward. I know this is a first world pain, but I have fairly tight teeth, so I hated when the string would break off, leaving fibers in between and making it doubly difficult to get new floss in to get the broke stuff out. Bleecchhh.
They sent me home with a sample about eight years ago, and I've been a believer ever since. So. much. better. I keep them everywhere--purse, kitchen drawer, glove box, jacket and jeans pockets. Angels to my teeth, they are.
Thank You, Lord, for floss picks.
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