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I look like I'm from Missouri
Nov. 3rd, 2003 11:59 amWhile eating nummy cheddar & sour cream chips at the Mythic Party, I suddenly noticed my mouth felt weird.
I check a mirror, and sure enough.
The cap on my front tooth came off. Dont' know where. I probably swallowed it.
Now, it's not a HUGE chip in my tooth. You don't look at me and wonder who I brawled with.
But the timing is less than ideal. Need to call dentist pronto!
What? You didn't know I had a chipped front tooth? Yes, I do. I chipped it as a smallish child. (I think I was 6 or 7? Mom would know.)
How did I chip it?
Well, we were in the basement of our church where Mom was doing stuff and I was being a spastic child. I believe I was playing superhero. At any rate, I got the bright idea that it would be fun to jump off a bench into a cement pole nearby and cling to it like Spiderman.
Do you know what happens when you jump into a cement pole?
You run into a cement pole.
The only real damage was the tooth. And feeling a right git, of course. Even at that tender age, I knew enough to think, "Well, that was stupid." And, of course, no sooner did it all happen than it the logic filters finally kicked in, walked through the scenario and told me, "You were stupid. You should have known that would happen."
Mom, bless her, did not overtly mock me. But I'm sure she told all her friends for their mutual enjoyment.
It's almost as embarrassing as the time I scraped up my ass because I started getting out of the car before it was stopped and got pulled a couple of feet. Scarier sounding than it really was, but boy was I embarrassed about it at the time.
I check a mirror, and sure enough.
The cap on my front tooth came off. Dont' know where. I probably swallowed it.
Now, it's not a HUGE chip in my tooth. You don't look at me and wonder who I brawled with.
But the timing is less than ideal. Need to call dentist pronto!
What? You didn't know I had a chipped front tooth? Yes, I do. I chipped it as a smallish child. (I think I was 6 or 7? Mom would know.)
How did I chip it?
Well, we were in the basement of our church where Mom was doing stuff and I was being a spastic child. I believe I was playing superhero. At any rate, I got the bright idea that it would be fun to jump off a bench into a cement pole nearby and cling to it like Spiderman.
Do you know what happens when you jump into a cement pole?
You run into a cement pole.
The only real damage was the tooth. And feeling a right git, of course. Even at that tender age, I knew enough to think, "Well, that was stupid." And, of course, no sooner did it all happen than it the logic filters finally kicked in, walked through the scenario and told me, "You were stupid. You should have known that would happen."
Mom, bless her, did not overtly mock me. But I'm sure she told all her friends for their mutual enjoyment.
It's almost as embarrassing as the time I scraped up my ass because I started getting out of the car before it was stopped and got pulled a couple of feet. Scarier sounding than it really was, but boy was I embarrassed about it at the time.
