Getting old.................er stinks. I mean, the grey hair is there, not much I can do about it but freeze my patooty in the shower while I commisterate (is that a word?) with Miss Clairol not knowing what color my hair will be when it is all said and done.
Now, while eating a very healthy lunch of McDonald's fries and a Quarter Pounder with cheese (while dodging the traffic coming to Shippensburg to see Ms. Palin).......... i break a tooth!
Thankfully I can still eat, drink, and breathe so the root must not be exposed. But I have to go back in there and play with it, make sure the side is still missing (like it glued itself back on) and wait until tomorrow when I go to the dentist and find out I'm old enough for my first crown.
Ugh!!!! Maybe going back to being 14 isn't such a bad thing after all. At least my teeth would be healthier.
Edit 11/2: No crown, just have a filling on steroids now. So I'm not getting older after all.... life is good.