The wind had died down.
The dog was sleeping peacefully near his master.
There wasn’t much going on at all, when out of the blue…
BAMM! She broke a tooth.
That’s right, I bit down on the tiniest of food items, not even anything hard, and whammo, I felt it…that stomach-churning certainty that a small piece of my molar had just jettisoned itself off the side of the mother ship.
I hate this!
Now, I have Root Canal No. 3 on a right molar scheduled for tomorrow, and a crown that will need to be scheduled ASAP for a left molar that has rebelliously split on me.
I am totally, 100 percent, utterly convinced that by the time I leave this world, I will have financed the purchase of a new BMW for my dentist, not that any of that is HIS fault.
These lousy, traitorous, Judas teeth of mine are to blame!
[She wails, she cried, she stomps her dainty foot as she readies herself for yet another trip to the dentist]
Have you purchased a new car for your dentist with all your cleaning appointments, broken teeth, and root canals? If you were a dentist, what kinda car would you drive?