Since I started this blog over 2 years ago, I have never written truly personal stories that had nothing to do with photography, but I can’t resist right now.
For those of you who know me well, you know that I really like to laugh.. and often at myself. Not only that, I can weave a pretty long tale to find out that in the end..I am making fun of myself. Well – here goes –
This year since my kids are well beyond believing in the Easter Bunny, I decided to go to a homemade chocolate shop in Chester to fill their baskets. The chocolate is so yummy and I must admit that it was partly for me (well, maybe more than partly). So last week, I made myself a cup of tea, grabbed a chocolate egg and snuggled in bed for some TV. I put the egg in my mouth let it melt slowly truly enjoying it! However, when I got to the end, I felt something hard in it. My first thought was that it was a piece of rock sugar like you get at Starbucks (maybe it’s called raw sugar?). However, when I took it out of my mouth, it looked like a piece of tooth! Well, I was completely disgusted. I couldn’t believe that this homemade chocolate place would let something like that happen. I put it on my bed stand and thought about whether I should go back to the shop? What do you do? I Went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning had breakfast…worked from home that morning…made myself a sandwich and was sitting on my back porch on a beautiful day. As I bit into the last bite of the sandwich I got a big stab of pain from my mouth. Sticking my finger in my mouth, I discovered a big hole…..IT WAS MY TOOTH!!
I am not kidding..the night before it DID NOT OCCUR to me that it came from my mouth. I called my dentist, told him the whole story and listened as he laughed his head off. Isn’t it great getting old?