I don't think I mentioned that I took 2 weeks of vacation over the holidays. I am lucky to have the kind of job that I can work from home if need be. So I did today, which kept me from having to schlep my sorry ass out of bed quite as early as normal. Which would be ok, except the reason I did not go into the office is I needed emergency dental care.
Now, I'm a little paranoid about my teeth. I had years of braces. Then the wonderful retainer age began. Then, because I have little tiny teeth (thanks to my mother's side of the family) I ended up with 4 veneers to fill in the spaces.
So Friday night while innocently snarfing a Frickin Chicken Pizza (a local thing) I BREAK A FRIGGIN TOOTH OFF. In the front, next to the eye teeth. (According the dentist, #10. If I had been caught up on my blog reading I would have told him, no, that's Chewbaca.)
You can imagine my horror. I proceded to down Captain and Diet Pepsi like the world was coming to an end. I was out of Chasers and not going anywhere public looking like that and Cpt Clueless was doing nothing worth while except making fun of me. I told him I was putting the tooth under my pillow and I better find some cash in the morning or that bitch tooth fairy was in for it.
Lucky for her I was too hungover Saturday to keep my promise...
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