It all started without coffee creamer. That’s how every bad day starts. But come on, right?
So I get off my butt and go for a hike with KP today. She and Lily-puppy took me to a new part of Park City that was beautiful. And we saw a small herd of elk, the one thing I hadn’t seen up close around here yet. So far so good.
Then we head out to lunch at the Bridge, at the base of Town lift. I’d never eaten there, most likely because it is at the base of Town lift. YUM! It’s actually a Brazilian inspired, fancy and features a reasonably priced menu for downtown and on the ski hill. We discuss our many blessings (KP has a BUN in the OVEN), and we laugh over my car seat electrical issue like the little thing it is. And how I was mad about being without creamer. Silly!
After our delicious appetizer, I sunk my teeth in to my half of a chicken sandwich. Literally. The sandwich ripped out a tooth. Ow. One of my veneers, now five years old, decided to jump ship.
I don’t have a dentist here.
I start frantically making calls (and chewing on the far right of my face) and am able to find a place that will see me and give me a before-I-try-to-travel verdict.
Miracle! The dentist is able to take the whole veneer and reattach it to my face…IN SPITE OF BEING AN AGGIE!
I didn’t even wait. It took no time.
And they had TVs on the ceiling.
I am reasonably sure the ladies in the office were divine, the Dentist is my HERO, and I’ll be singing his praises all the way to and in Austin when I flash my non redneck smile.
Even if he does use his diploma to park in handicapped spaces.
So- moral of the story is don’t take the good stuff for granted, but also don’t think something eventually won’t go wrong. It does. Just have a good laugh, even if it is one with your hand over your mouth.