[Deadbug]

*sigh*

$7000. I feel like someone just left all the wind out of my sails and now I'm just free floating. Obviously, this means that my little wings are going to be clipped for quite a while.

Between the swamp cooler kicking the bucket, an emergency trip back home to Australia and now his insanely priced smile, my recreational funds are looking rather exiguous. What vacation you say? I think I'm going to ask the dentist if he can paint an ocean scene on his grill so every time he smiles, I can see the beach in Grand Cayman that we're supposed to be laying on next month. I suppose it could be worse.

Apparently he didn't just knock out the front 2. That would have been too easy. Nope. No. He had to take life right to the edge of extreme and shattered the root of the tooth next to them. The potential for infection is just too great, so it, too, will have to be replaced with a shiny new implant.

He calls me to deliver the news. I was already well prepared for it, so once again, I wasn't surprised. In fact, I'm rather amused at how one blatant act of stupidity could render such a financial travesty. Again, I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it. I figure it's bad enough that this process is going to take 3 months from start to finish. It should serve as a gentle reminder that it might just possibly be time to chill out.

To answer the question of why he feels he needs to compete with 20 year olds? I can't even begin to entertain an answer. Taunting death is one thing. Courting it is another. I'm convinced it's a guy thing. Guy things are something that's not easily understood by the X chromosome. However, I think every time he plans a random act of stupidity, I'm going to deflate his tires, pick up the keys to my car and be gone for the day shopping.

I'm content with my age. I, myself, just celebrated the 11th anniversary of my 30th birthday. I really don't know what the big deal is.