But it does make for a relatively sore mouth, and some more debt, and another day where I got nothing done.
In addition, and most importantly, it paves the way for Mr I'll-Go-Get-My-Teeth-Worked-On-When-Yours-Are-Done-Dear to do just that. Because guess what? I am done (for the year, anyway...thank you to MetLife for insurance caps).
So, you're up, babe. Let me know what day and I'll make the appointment. Or you can make it yourself, whatever works for you.
You are SO going to get your ass chewed for letting that broken tooth go for so long. And I say that with love. Seriously.