I was hoping more for a tiara, but instead, got one in porcelain that sadly, no one will see…
all because I was chomping on cheap candy…sigh
I love to lie in bed in cozy jammies, with Jelly Beans, Chuckles, Swedish Fish and a book. I mean, what’s better than that? I’m a simple girl at heart, who requires very little to melt her butter, as well are her teeth it seems.
SO….when I suddenly realized something was amiss in my mouth, all hell broke loose.
First off, my tongue was under siege, like it was dueling for it’s life, so I ran to my dentist, who was in Palm Beach (golfing), a colleague filing it as a courtesy. Of course he knew the bad news at once…young lady…fasten your (and bank account’s) seat belt because, even with a 10%…you’ve been our patent for 20 years…discount, along with a complimentary chapstick, it’s a cool 1600 smackers to get crowned.
But what were my choices?
To go to someone cheaper, who I’ve attempted to find, while my mother’s voice drones in my ear...when it comes to your teeth there madam…money is no object. You want false ones Susannah, like George Washington?
I saw George’s teeth when they were on a 24 city cross-country tour, and boy…did they make you shudder, not to mention floss.
I could have easily stalled, since it wasn’t really bothering me as long as I didn’t eat on that side and ate only applesauce, but like I was telling my friend Peter, also from Connecticut, her principals on self-care die hard.
If something’s broken, you fix it…whether it’s your car, cat, lawnmower or left molar in the side pocket.
It’s a pity George was from Virginia. If he were from the old Nutmeg State, his teeth might still be in his mouth.
Like that great, sage Soupy Sales said..
be true to your teeth, and they won’t be false to you.
What’s that Ma?
Alright, alright…I threw all that candy out already…I DID…Well, there are a few Snickers left in the freezer…sigh…you got me.