Firs pos afer ooh exracion.
Feel like I’m missing somehing.
No sure wha.
From the comments:
Melinda: Tease. (I crack myself up.)
Zero: You have such a sharp mind.
Melinda: Ah yes, my biting wit. *collapses giggling*
Well, the good news is that I can stop dreading having a tooth extracted.
And the bad news is that they have temporarily completely neutralized my right dimple.
How am I supposed to work my charms with only one dimple?
I just communicated with a pharmacist (to get antibiotics & pain killer) without saying a word.
I feel like if I was ever to take a vow of silence, now might be a good time.
Heck, I’m already 20 minutes into it. Let’s see how long I can go…
Not sure if my new vow of silence will hurt or help my pick up lines at the gym.
I’ve read online dating profiles where women specify that their potential matches must have all their teeth.
It never actually concerned me until now.
I should’ve asked the doctor to let me keep my molar (so I could slide by on a technicality).
“Yeah, yeah, baby. I have all my teeth. Here’s one I like to keep in my pocket.”
“I can’t help but notice you’re missing a molar.”
“Yeah, that’s my G.S.”
“It’s where I like to keep my gum. My G.S. — my gum slot. It’s like a functional body enhancement. You know — storage.”
This is how I picture future conversations with potential mates going.
(I’d like to think the woman who finally gets me will tolerate my eccentricities)
I’m going to leave a note under my pillow tonight requesting that the Tooth Fairy leave a receipt.
Tax deductible income for the win!
*May also ask if she’s single.