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Apparently, 2012 has a sense of humor. It's already decided to fuck with me. Last year ended with my husband breaking a tooth over the holiday weekend. He started the year off at the dentist on Monday, getting the tooth pulled. I felt really bad for him. It's close to the front of his mouth, and shows when he smiles. And it hurts. So the dentist told him to eat soft foods for a few days. In support of that, I planned an absolutely amazing dish of baked macaroni and cheese Wednesday night. I used three different kinds of delicious Tillamook sharp cheddar. Smoked cracked black pepper, smoked, and straight. It was, in a word, divine. But the Gods were laughing at me. In the midst of thoroughly enjoying my dinner, I felt a strange sensation in one of my molars. At first I thought I got a piece of the baked cheese stuck in between my teeth. I reached my tongue around to feel, and realized I broke my tooth. That's right, I broke my tooth eating macaroni and cheese. How ridiculous is that?! Oh, and have I mentioned my phobia of dentists?

So Thursday morning I woke up, dreading the mere thought of calling to make an appointment. I called and got the machine, the office is open alternating Thursdays and Fridays, and what do you know, this week was a Friday week. I had a massive panic attack. Blubbering, crying, rocking, screeching, and that was AFTER my Zanax. So my husband called the dentist's emergency number for me, and made an appointment for me Friday morning. With another dose of Zanax, and my husband with me, I went in and had my tooth pulled. So now we get to spend another 3 days eating nothing but soft food.

Oh, and spending an extra $75 didn't help our already stretched budget. And to make things worse, it's Girl Scout Cookie time, and I want cookies. But I spent my cookie money on having my tooth pulled. I may just buy a couple boxes anyway.