Instead I'll be seated in a cushy dentist's chair (the aforementioned throne of sorts) and receive a crown on that pesky back tooth that shattered when I bit into a rye crisp contained in a bag of Gardettos. I don't blame the Gardettos. I still love the Gardettos. In fact I didn't even know I broke the tooth until my tongue ran into the jagged remains of silver filling. I'm sure the tooth particle had a marvelous journey through my digestive system.
So today I am crowned. Today there will be no Gardettos. Perhaps a liquid diet will suit me better.
Chew carefully and have a wonderful weekend.
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