Why did I almost lose my two front teeth yesterday? And I would have been to blame! It was truly a “Tene” moment. Yesterday, I got off work with grand idea of making a dinner of champions, or at least a dinner to have my house smellin’ like the local wang joint. I was wantin’ some spaghetti and fried wangs. It may have something to do with needing to replenish my reserves after biking to and from work (but that’s another story that I’ll fill you in on later). I was tootin’ right along, my spaghetti was done and I was just finishing my first batch of wangs. I reached up to my top cabinet shelf to get down my big serving platter with plans to line it with paper towels to soak up most of the grease 
. My first mistake was that I was smiling just thinking about the good food I was only minutes away from enjoying, so my mouth was wide open. My second mistake was not being aware of where my face was in relation to the ceramic dish. So, I pulled the dish down from the top shelf and apparently the gravitational pull of an 1 pound platter is equivalent to that of a 80 pound rock being thrown form the top of the IDS Building – at least that’s what it felt like when the plate smashed into my two front teeth. “NO NOT MY TEETH! Anything but the teeth.” For those of you that don’t know I am a bit vain about my teeth – I always have dreams about my teeth (rather nightmares because something always causes me to lose several teeth). My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. I was immobile for several seconds, the platter hanging limply in my hand, as I waited for the blood to start gushing and the two fronts to fall to the kitchen floor. Imagine my relief when no blood marked up my floor and as I tentatively stuck out my tongue it met the (obviously) strong enamel of my two front teeth. Although they're still a little sore, they are still intact!!!
. My first mistake was that I was smiling just thinking about the good food I was only minutes away from enjoying, so my mouth was wide open. My second mistake was not being aware of where my face was in relation to the ceramic dish. So, I pulled the dish down from the top shelf and apparently the gravitational pull of an 1 pound platter is equivalent to that of a 80 pound rock being thrown form the top of the IDS Building – at least that’s what it felt like when the plate smashed into my two front teeth. “NO NOT MY TEETH! Anything but the teeth.” For those of you that don’t know I am a bit vain about my teeth – I always have dreams about my teeth (rather nightmares because something always causes me to lose several teeth). My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. I was immobile for several seconds, the platter hanging limply in my hand, as I waited for the blood to start gushing and the two fronts to fall to the kitchen floor. Imagine my relief when no blood marked up my floor and as I tentatively stuck out my tongue it met the (obviously) strong enamel of my two front teeth. Although they're still a little sore, they are still intact!!!
(My teeth ARE NOT yellow - it's the picture.) 
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