I'm going to get the whining over with first. Here goes:
On days like today I miss my dad so much. And it's not like he could have done anything. And actually, I probably wouldn't have even called him about it, I would have called my mom. But he would have been there, and if everything really did get so bad that I needed actual help or advice... He would have helped. Moms listen. Dads do.
I didn't need a doer today, but there's something about knowing that person is out there that makes a huge difference.
I miss him.I miss him, I miss him, I miss him, I miss him. I want my dad and I can't have him, and I can't stop thinking about how much I miss him. That's all.
Now, to reward you for sitting through that, I have some BIG news. It's ever-so-slightly old news, but not so old that some of you won't think it's new news.
Have I ever mentioned my teeth on here? If I haven't, it's not because it's a trivial matter to me. It's a very NOT-trivial matter to me. I had these two baby teeth that never fell out. The adult teeth were there, impacted in the roof of my mouth, and the baby teeth just never fell out. So I was always self-conscious about my smile. Especially when the baby teeth started to chip and rot. Not pretty. Teeny teeth were bad enough. Teeny, broken, and brown teeth were so much worse.
And I thought about it ALL. THE. TIME. I would say, on average, I thought about my teeth every five minutes or so. Really. I was always running my tongue over them, the broken bits were sharp, and so I could never forget that I had an ugly smile. And who wants an ugly smile?
And the thing is, I have a thing about teeth. I actually brushed my teeth so much at one time that I had to have skin from the roof of my mouth grafted onto my gum line because I was scrubbing my gums away. I brush. Lots. And I floss. And use mouthwash. I'm very meticulous, and having rotten teeth drove me crazy. So two Christmases ago I finally had them pulled out. And the adult teeth got cut out. So then I had these gaps. Also not pretty. I've gotten pretty good at smiling with my mouth closed, even though I'm not a smile-with-your-mouth-closed type of gal.
But last week, my loooooooooooooooooooooong wait for adult teeth finally ended.
... And it's a mile to the other ear! A smile goes a long, long way. Hurrah!