Skip the caramel corn.
That’s right; I lost said tooth earlier this year despite all my heroic efforts. I hate when that happens!
What a pain, on so many levels, in so many places!
I miss the days when oral hygiene was little more than brushing and flossing and semi-annual visits to the dentist; the days before root canals, before extractions, before implants.
Holy hygiene! I’d rather give birth than go through another dental implant.
I miss the tooth fairy!
I miss the excitement of waking to find money under my pillow. I miss the ease (and economy) of permanent teeth (obviously permanent is a misnomer) stepping in to fill the void. It's been a rough week of oral surgery filling the current void.
Above all, I miss the magic. It's just not the same via vicodin.
Magic was something I could sink my teeth into, back when it was as pure and plentiful as a mouth full of shiny new teeth.