Of Teeth, Falls and False Teeth

My greatest fear is losing my two front teeth and consequently I dread falling because that fall may just be the one to get those two babies out. The others can get extracted and I guess if for some strange reason they drop out I would just have to live with it. But I am quite fond of the two front ones. At Christmas I always think of the song ‘All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth’ and when you are five and someone sings that to you then I guess that’s cute because everyone knows that your teeth going to grow back next year. But when you are twenty three and someone happens to sing that song to you then you know you just salt.

So the other day I was flying up the stairs-nothing strange. Any way this time is different- I miss a step and that sets the fall into action. I not thinking of the scars I may get or the fact that behind me are two students who will be witness to this moment all I thinking about are my teeth and in my heart I crying out a prayer and my hand of course flies to cover my mouth. Anyway I am glad to report that after I recovered my teeth were in tact. You know those reality makeover shows show you some real good looking false teeth but for me nothing tops the original. Lesson to be learnt from this blog- take your time when you going up and down stairs.