Well, obviously, in light of the title of this post, I finally lost my two top teeth. Man did I ever not like having them in there all loose and wiggly. I kept biting down on the bottom teeth, and let me tell ya, that HURTS. (a lot) I mean, seriously, that hurts. (a lot) I keep all of my teeth instead of giving them to the Tooth Fairy. I mean, who needs any quarters? One just started bleeding one day and I pulled on it (didn't hurt) and a miracle -- it came out! A week later I was pushing the other one back and I heard something crack, and of course I put my finger up to my tooth, and when I took my finger out of my mouth, it was red! So of course I had to go to the bathroom and start drinking water and spitting it out. (to get all the blood out of my mouth) And all of the sudden, I could wiggle it almost in a 360 and turn it so the cutting edge was facing out! And I could turn it sideways. And then I pulled on it, gently of course, because I didn't want it to hurt too much, and it didn't hurt, it didn't bleed, and it came out! (Was I ever happy!)
