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I'm ready for my closeup Mr. DeMille" |
Last night at dinner, while I was chomping down on my crock pot cream chicken dinner, I felt something strange whilst I was chewing the delicious tender melt in your mouth chicken chunks smothered in white wine and cream of chicken soup. Somewhat that SHOULDN'T be there. Reminded me of the time I was eating one of those rabbits my father killed with his shotgun and I crunched down on one of the pellets. Uh oh!
I stopped chewing and ran my tongue over what was in my mouth for the offending particle.
I found it.
I put my finger in my mouth and pulled it out.
What I saw was part of a tooth, uh oh.
Then I ran my tongue over the teeth remaining in my mouth.
My tongue couldn't find any missing fillings.
Then I went a mirror. Yep, what I saw was that a cap came off my front tooth.
I am now Mortimer Snerd.
