I have been attempting a self portrait of my smile and it's not going well. It was going to start as a wordless wednesday feature and carry over to 13 on Thursday. It's not going well. I've given up the self portrait because every image is blurry.
The thing is - I have a false tooth in my mouth. Right at the very front of my mouth. Ruins my smile. It needs to go. Because, if I ask the question so probably, do most men,"Does he have all his teeth?" And for me, as questions go, it's an important one. One's own teeth speak to good dental hygiene and general overall good health. Missing teeth - speak to me. Not in a good way.
Um... no... she doesn't have all her own teeth. Indeed she's missing two. One fairly obviously and the second... at the back - not so obviously. This is NOT me by the way but it sure is my problem!
The story of the poor tooth is that it has gone from root canal to post and crown to infection and rotted to gone. Replaced by a temporary "flipper" and I am now moving on to the third "temporary" flipper. While I was married I didn't get it replaced with an implant and the benefit of two dental plans because I realized that XSU was not really interested in looking after me while I was down and out and instinctively, I knew he wouldn't be there for me. Then life got in the way and it went down the priority list.
But now, as I am being encouraged by friends, hired hand coop students, and others to explore Lava Life, I am pretty convinced any man, like any reasonable woman, would ask "Does she have all her teeth?"
Not sure it's worth that for good