Bacon 1, Tooth 0
The cursed bacon has struck a mighty blow against my right front tooth, opening an old wound and exposing what remains of my original tooth. Luckily for me, the clinic was only a few short steps away from where I was when I broke my tooth and they kindly informed me that I had only an hour to get to the hospital where the dental clinic was located. I hustled off to get my gear on for my trek to the hospital and flashed large smiles to everyone I knew along the route. No one knew that this was not the first time that this had happened or that my two front teeth are root canaled so I played up the fact that it didn't hurt by poking it, tapping it, drinking hot coffee. When I made it to the hospital I found that the dental clinic was closed on Sundays. Yippee. So now I get to run around and scare the dickens out of random passers by as they cringe and say, "Doesn't that hurt?" to which I can boldy reply, "Only a bit."Sorry sweetie, I'm trying to get it fixed.
2 Comments:
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I'm gonna have to kick that bacon's butt! Oh wait. Bacon IS butt. Pig butt. Hey sweetie, you broke your tooth biting piggy butt! Ewwwwwwwww! Ok, I'm a dork. Hope they do a decent job patching you up... don't want our son to see his Dad the first time with a broken smile! Then again, he won't have ANY teeth, so he can't really complain...
Well, bummer about the tooth, hope they can fix it, but bottom line: I love you even when you have a broken tooth!
Lub!
The Wahfy +babyboy
Hi there,
I was blog hopping and came across yours. Just wanted to wish you and your buddies well! Bye!
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