My tooth broke. It broke right after I left the dentist office. Evil, evil tooth.
Actually, I woke up yesterday morning with jaw pain.
"Belt me in the jaw, did someone?"
It was right after that lovely feeling that I realized there was a crack in my tooth.
"Supposed to be there, it is not!
Are you diggin' my Yoda voice today?
Let me just say, for the record, that I love my dentist. He's great! He's nice and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes.
"Good looking, he is..."
Anyways, Dentist poked around and said things like; crowns, fillings, possible extraction. He made it all sound so painless...
The bad news was that I couldn't get an appointment for two weeks. But hey, that's okay, it's not like the tooth is broken...
"Broken, it is."
It happened on my way home. How weird is that?
I phoned the Dentist office and they had a cancellation! Hurray! I nearly danced! I get to go in for a couple hours of dental work on Wednesday. Isn't that wonderful?
"Stoopid, she is!"