All good things must end or so they say. I went to the dentist this morning and they prodded me with a really long pick and I just let them go at it because my teeth are awesome (well, except for the one that got smacked with a softball and died) and I never have tooth pain. As it turns out those deep grooves in my teeth are harboring bacteria and I have two pre-cavities. So, I’m having the grooves filled in next week. A third tooth is under surveillance and may or may not need anything done to it. I’m turning 40 this year and I guess it really is all downhill from here. After next Tuesday I can no longer brag that I don’t have fillings.
The dead tooth? It’s been dead since I was a teenager and I suppose if you are paying attention to my teeth you can tell one of the front ones is a different color. Maybe when it gets troublesome they can put a custom tooth in there for me–maybe a tooth with a nice etching on it or some color. I think a big black front tooth would be super awesome for a day or two to freak people out.
After the trip to the dentist I went by the oil change place and had the car’s oil changed. Isn’t it fun to watch how people act in the little waiting room? Fellas, it’s an oil change and not your wife giving birth. Seriously, the men pacing about was annoying. Just sit down, read Car & Driver and shut up, already.