Whoops. I blogged this using my phone from the office of my dentist, Stanley, who looks like Willie Nelson, but for some reason the text of the blog never made it. Trust me, it was hilarious. But right now my mouth is too numb to retype it.
Update: When you get to be my age (187) you come to realize that pretty much everything in your mouth was put there at one time or another by a dentist. So when you bite down on something crunchy, you do this little maneuver where your tongue darts around inside your mouth feeling the rubble, in case one of the pieces is a loose dental item. I was doing this recently when I realized that a large sector of one of my teeth was missing; this is why I went to see
Willie Nelson Stanley. It went OK, considering that I gagged about 45,000 times. I'm a big gagger at the dentist's office. Sometimes I start gagging in the waiting room. Stanley tries to distract me by talking, as if I'm going to be so interested in what he's saying I won't notice that he has stuffed an implement the size of a lawn tractor into my mouth.
Anyway, it's over. Until the next time. I think sharks have a much better system: Whenever they lose a tooth, they just grow a new one.