Yes Virginia, there IS a Tooth Fairy!!!!

My tooth. Well it broke off one day. It was capped, so I went to the dentist and they glued it back in. It lasted about a year I think. Then I was eating some caramel or some such thing, and it came out again. Another $75.00 later, it was glued back in again. I was hoping that it would last another year, but no such luck, I couldn't seem to keep away from those cap sucking off foods. So then I decided to do the redneck thing, and I polydented it into my head. Cool. It lasted for about a day at a time, but at least I didn't look like a loser when I smiled.

One day I was drinking (surprise surprise) and it came out with whatever dinner I was eating at the time. So I put in on my plate while I was playing internet marbles, or chatting online or some such thing....... a bit later I realized it was missing, and tried to find it. I was reduced to admitting to my housemates, Piper and Zoe that the damn thing was missing. I knew it must have been on my plate or something...... that was taken to the sink. Well, those girls laughed their asses off, and it turns out that it was brushed off the counter onto the floor..... damn that Piper, she said she thought it was a piece of CORN or something......

Back in my mouth after a solid washing.

Gotta be able to smile without covering my mouth, after all.

Things were fine for awhile, until I decided to clean one day. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. I cleaned my ass off. I took the vacuum, I cleaned beside my bed and nightstand, I cleaned in my bathroom, I cleaned my nightstand off, I cleaned the throw that was on my dresser in the bathroom, I cleaned everything. What a good girl!

Next morning, I get ready for work, I go to put in my tooth, and the damn thing is nowhere to be found! Nowhere!

Later that day, I ask Piper and Zoe, but no, they haven't seen it. I go through the garbage, I go through the nasty beans that Zoe threw away. I move my bed, I move my nightstand, I move my dresser. I look everywhere I can think of. I look under the computer desk, I look under my keyboard, I go through the vacuum cleaner dirt, I paw in the grass where I cleaned the vacuum filter. Nothing.

I actually have looked for a couple of months for this tooth. Just the other night, I moved my dresser again and looked. Nothing.

Fast forward to today. I come home and find Zoe moving out. The other roommate has mostly moved out also. Zoe picks up this little thing off the kitchen table and says "Is this your tooth"?

I freak out! My tooth! My tooth! My tooth! I can date again without covering up my mouth when I smile! Holy Shit! My tooth!

I thought that the washer repair man must have found it in the washing machine today, he did come to repair it after all. I feel enormous affection for Mr. WasherFixit.

But then when the other roommate came home, the mystery was solved. She had found it beside the washing machine, on the floor when she was mopping up a bit of water....... that the Appliance Doctor had left behind.

Holy Cow!

There IS a Tooth Fairy, and she has visited me! Hurray!

Life is Good!