It finally happened. The event I have been having nightmares about since my middle school years. I dropped my fake tooth in the shower and the top of it chipped off.
Let me explain. I was born without 2 of my permanent teeth. One of the missing teeth is a molar, so I don't worry about it. The other is the next-door-neighbor to my front tooth. That one I worry about. I have had a fake tooth since middle school, and I got what's called a "flipper" (a mouthpiece type-thing with an attached tooth) a few weeks before Devin and I got married. This is a very nice fix to my missing tooth problem, except that it is not permanent and I need to remove it when I brush my teeth, which leads to the tragedy that occurred on Friday.
I am getting it repaired on Monday. Until then, you can call me Chip.
p.s.I feel like God is really humbling me right now, what with the 60 extra pounds, glasses (I have some sort of eye infection that makes me not able to wear my contacts, and now chipped tooth. Oh well. It's also kind of funny I guess.


