I'm Falling Apart....

When I first sat down here I was thinking of a different blog entry. I was thinking of a blank one. It would have a title but no body. I can't count a title only as an actual blog entry and deep in my psyche I don't want to skip a regular day. Doing these four days a week has presented a challenge, following through a sense of accomplishment.

Yesterday Wanda had a short work day and was home around 1 p.m. It was nice to have her company and we were sitting around talking. As with many long time couples, sometimes we talk and other times we don't. Silence between us is common. At one of the conversational lulls I sensed something was wrong. I started to mention it and felt something give.

Our pleasant conversation then took a downward spiral.

"Oh shit, a tooth just broke," I said, with somewhat of a whistle.

Not a side tooth, not a back tooth, but a smack dab middle of the mouth front tooth. If there is a saving grace here, at least it's on the bottom.

I know people have dental problems in spite of how they care for their teeth. I sure don't want to insult or hurt anyone, but when I think of people with missing teeth I think Wal-Mart and backwoods hill people. 

My initial thought for the blog title was Just Call Me (blank). It wasn't really going to be blank. I was going to fill in a name. Knowing everything and anything can be found on the Internet I searched hillbilly names thinking of maybe Bubba, Bickford, or Buford and the first name I saw was Chuck.

So, just call me Chuck.....toothless Chuck

Needless to say, I'm going to the dentist this morning. You all know Wanda works for a dentist and that's where I'm heading. To quote a too often used movie phrase: I have a bad feeling about this.

Older Daughter Jennifer sent me a She said, He heard. It seems Husband Eric is getting older and hearing challenged.

She said. "I need to pick up my library book."
He heard. I have a migraine booger.

Wanda and I were discussing a purchase.

She said. "Save $25 on a years supply."
He heard. Save $25 on a human fly.

This one sounds like a couple of cavemen talking, just add the Uggggg.

She said. "Fruit tastes good."
He heard. Fruit cake good.

And with that ladies and gentlemen I get ready for my trip to the dentist. Or, I could skip it and shove a piece of gum in the gaping hole in my mouth.