I have a fridge, freezer and pantry full of groceries. They’re falling out of the cabinets. There’s more food than I could eat during a lifetime in a bunker if a nuclear war hit.
So tell me why I’m having Ramen for dinner?
Probably because Monday night, when I chomped down on some rice and chicken, I felt a crack. The crack of my nightmares. My tooth broke.
Luckily, it’s on the side. I had an emergency trip to see the dentist, who couldn’t salvage the tooh. He removed it.
Nothing like a missing tooth can kill your appetite for a few days. Note to self: go to the dentist regularly, even though you can’t afford it!