Get This

Do any of you have reoccurring nightmares? Yeah, me too. Mine always have to do with my fake teeth falling out. I wish I could say that these nightmares are the result of the totally irrational fears that plague me, but they are not. Fears that plague me?–Yes. But irrational? I wish. I didn’t get my permanent bridge until after my senior year of high school. During that summer, there was a time when I actually had two temporary bridges in my mouth. They had seriously just stuck the teeth in there with what I assume was something similar to denture adhesive. Anyway, one day while I was eating lunch, they straight fell out. And it wouldn’t have been so bad except that I had a date that night. (Do you remember this, Meg?) So while I commiserated about what on earth to tell my date, my dad began insisting that i just call the guy and tell him the truth–which i eventually did. Hey. This is Ann. I’m just calling to let you know that I won’t be able to make it tonight. My teeth fell out. Yeah, that’s awkward. But anyway… I got through it mostly unscathed–except for the reoccurring nightmares. But the reason I’m thinking about this is because I recently had one of those nightmares again, AND because I talked to my dad tonight who told me that my mom’s bridges fell out–her PERMANENT ones! Can you believe that? She’s down in Haiti/Dominican Republic right now and before she left, she had to get a root canal. Well, the drilling must have gone a little far, because not long after she left the country, her teeth fell out. Unlucky for her, there is no way in HE** she can get them put back in down there. Lucky for her, nobody down there gives a flyin’ rip. (Does anyone even know what the heck “flying rip” even refers to, or is it just another one of those phrases that doesn’t make sense to me because I’ve just been hearing it wrong my whole life? ) But man, I just couldn’t believe that happened to her. Crazy.
P.S. Because it’s Fathers’ Day, I’ll mention that not lying is just one of the many things my dad has taught me. He also taught me to stand up for the little guy, work hard, be grateful, be brave enough to do the right thing–even when you have to do it alone–just to name a few. I’ve always known that my dad loves me and is proud of me, and I’ve always been grateful for that.