When I said I had reached the acceptance stage, I didn't mean I wanted more problems. But apparently I have really pissed off the universe.
First thing this morning, a chunk of molar on the right side of my mouth broke off. It's back to the dentist as soon as they can fit me in. I'll probably get some kind of plaque for this. (ha, ha, get it?)
I don't think we're going to be friends.
Travels and Knits
15 hours ago