So I broke a tooth last Saturday at Wings in Huntsville. Before you get carried away thinking I was enjoying wings a little too much, I didn’t break a tooth on a wing. I broke it– a wisdom tooth, no less– on a frickin’ french fry. (Damn the French!) Pathetic, I know. To make a long story short, a dentist here in Arab took care of me today without having to remove my tooth. Thank God! I need all the wisdom I can get. 😉
PS: I still hate laptops. Even more so now than before. I just thought I would share.
