Big Party

I threw a party in my mouth over the weekend and invited all the good teeth. I had a steak, baked potato, and beans. You don't realize how much you take the little things for granted, like being able to chew on both sides of your mouth, until something happens, like a tooth going bad. I still miss my tooth that got pulled out, but I don't miss having to chew everything on the right side of my mouth. I probably looked like a chipmunk with all my food stuffed over in that cheek when I was eating. Towards the end, before I had the tooth pulled, I could barely chew even on the good side of my mouth. Now I still have to be careful when I chew on the left side, but there isn't any pain shooting straight to my brain like before. Life is good. Pass the butter, please.