So, the tooth found in my pizza is not mine, and when I took it to the pizza place, they never called back. I will not be ordering any more of their pizza. I'm not sure I could have anyway, as twice my veneer on a front tooth came off while eating their product. There is a sort of "cursed" aura to the place in my mind, and I will not be risking it. But how weird is truth? That I could lose the veneer twice, then about six months later FIND a tooth, not mine, in the pizza?! I can hardly believe it myself.
The good news is I am done with the dentist until my next cleaning. All up to date, gums planed, teeth filled, and I have a new mouth guard. No more grinding my teeth at night. This old age thing tends to make one very selfconscious about the mouth. I never thought about my teeth one way or the other, but now, it's a daily enterprise that involves sonicare, waterpik, tooth picks for my gums, a mouth guard. Why, I could spend all day focusing on my teeth. Is it any wonder we get boring as we get older?
Today is another lovely fall day. I did get a walk in yesterday, and bought myself a red sun hat and three pair of socks. Today I'm going to wander somewhere else. And probably I'll be walking the dogs, as my husband got up with them twice last night. Our male dog is eating something that disagrees with his stomach: acorns, mushrooms, who knows? So they bark and bark until we get up and let them outside. There is nothing that dog won't try to eat.
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