Hubby and I had a nice afternoon planned. After a leisurely breakfast (at around 1pm courtesy of Hubby's nighttime schedule) we were going to visit the community college from which I just earned my Associate of Arts degree to inquire about a guitar-making class that Hubby wants to take. Then we were going to pay a visit to a newly-discovered Mexican restaurant. We didn't even get past breakfast. We were talking in the kitchen while I cooked breakfast, Hubby sneezed, and out flew one of his crowns! It hit the sliding glass door with such force that I was surprised neither one chipped or shattered. I grabbed the phone and called our dentist, and when I told them what had happened they thought I was crank-calling them. (Momentarily channeling "The Simpsons": Moe the bartender calling "Anita Mann!". Okay, done now.) Once they realized I was serious they told him to come in right away, and they were able to re-seat the crown with no problems. And they used lots of really strong glue so hopefully that won't happen again.
Go ahead and laugh, it's all right. We laughed over it plenty ourselves, both at home and at the dentist's. And it was pretty damn funny. When the dental assistant (an extremely short woman wearing green scrubs) came out to take Hubby back to the treatment room he dangled the sandwich bag containing his crown as he approached her, and she exclaimed "Present you brought!" I thought I was hallucinating Yoda as a dental assistant.
Before you jump to the conclusion that I am an uncaring female dog and start sending Hubby recommendations for divorce lawyers, let me clarify something: Hubby didn't feel a thing. He was in absolutely no pain because he'd had a root canal on that tooth many years back so the nerve was already gone. I knew this and I still asked him if he felt anything (my second question, between "What happened?" and "Did you sneeze out anything else?") Hubby was also making jokes about it, especially on the way to the dentist. He kept flashing me this Jack-o-lantern grin featuring the gap where his crown normally resides, in an effort to crack me up (while I was driving, no less!) Under the circumstances I didn't feel too badly about laughing.
That was about it for our day, we couldn't top all that so we just came back home. I think the above episode illustrates why we've managed to stay together for 21 years and counting: flexibility, caring and a good sense of humor on both our parts.
“He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh.” - Koran
Peace (and laughs!),
AuntieM
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