This has been a week of great loss.
It seems that no matter what I do, I keep misplacing my teeth.
First, last Sunday night, I suddenly found myself without my favorite front tooth.
It had been with me for years, and then, tragically, it was gone.
There was some reconciliation from a certain fairy we all know and love. She both brought me a dollar the following m
Here I am, just five days later, trying to ignite the love I had for my first front tooth with its neighbor, and it decides to get lost as well. I am feeling abandoned. Even worse, toothless.
I sit here typing in hope of additional financial reparations for these disturbances in my life. but no matter the return in cold hard cash, you cannot replace a good work of enamel that has seen you through many an apple and carrot.

