Myth: saying "uncle" will make it stop. I've been saying "uncle" for the better part of the week and I haven't noticed any major changes. In fact, things got worse before they got better, then worse again.
A little over a week ago, my horoscope advised me to not make any financial decisions on that particular day...I just couldn't listen. Immediately after reading it, I thought about the fact that I was about to deliberately disobey the Universe by sitting down with a package of Senior photo proofs and a calculator to begin the daunting game of 'How many people want a picture of my son, the Senior?' Here's a cheat-sheet for anyone about to play that same game:
one photo one photo
Can show to everyone Can show to everyone
One large photo of each proof to display all over the walls
None-doesn't even like pictures
You really only need three photos
Grand Total: Your life savings
There, now save yourself the trouble of all the counting and thinking. And whatever you do, do not think with the tip of the pen in your mouth and end up like me. In my case the photos are also costing the price of one porcelain crown. Yes, chewing on the tip of a pen broke the tip of my tooth. Or should I say the other side of my tooth?
Technically, if we go back about four years- two days before my wedding I had a dentist appointment that I kept. Everyone wants to have pretty, white teeth on their wedding day. The day before my wedding I spent a wonderful day with all the girls in my bridal party and my mother, getting our nails done together. It was so relaxing. When we were finished I rode with one of my Barrelassin' friends and picked up the rest of the flowers for the wedding. Everything was perfect, until that moment where I bit into my very first french-fry out of the box and accidentally bit my new thumbnail that I wasn't accustomed to having, and chipped a small piece of my tooth and spit it into my hand. I almost couldn't not laugh at the irony that I had just been to the dentist the day before and now here I was with a broken tooth. It was the weekend and there was nothing I could do about it but laugh...oh wait, then it hit me, while getting our nails done, I had forgotten to pick up one last tux that had to be re-altered and now the place was closed and wouldn't be open the next day. Now I cried. I couldn't stop crying, but then the business remembered and re-opened their store and called me to come and get it, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, I had a chip on my tooth, which is very different from having a chip on your shoulder. You can fix the chip on your shoulder yourself for free. Since I hate having dental work done, I left the small chip on my tooth and have been living happily ever after until this week, which takes me all the way back to the beginning of this story where I started in the first place.
Now I have a chip on each side of that same tooth and my teenage children are calling me "Shark-tooth." I am not offended. We laugh and laugh, but it still looks ridiculous. I've been running around crazy this week cooking Thanksgiving dinner, going to doctor's appointments, scheduling my daughter's Tonsillectomy, along with a few other highs and lows, and then I woke up this morning- which was a miracle in and of itself given the week I've been having and began to work on a computer project that nearly brought me to tears. Oh, who am I kidding, it actually did bring me to tears.
I decided I would be a strong woman (I was watching Bethenny Frankel's talk show, so I was very determined) and headed to the kitchen to refresh my drink and grab a snack. Did I mention that I walked into a flooded kitchen? Well I did. The washer was leaking again. My husband just fixed it recently and it has been working great, until today when it went for a swim.
While using the shop-vac to suck up the lake, I had plenty of time to think about the fact that I now needed a tooth, Senior pictures, a washing machine, a yearbook and to make the final payments on all of the other necessary paper products required to graduate...all three weeks before Christmas and I've only crossed off one gift on the list.
Now I have a chip on my shoulder.
Enjoy, Barrelassers :)