Suddenly my life is full of bloggable stories. Maybe it's because I am trying to take Dragon Lady's advice on how to have more stories to tell? I don't know.
Anyway, so I'm sitting in class today, you know? And waiting for it to start. And waiting and waiting and waiting.... Then I noticed my rather flimsy finger nail had a bit of a snag in it, so I bit down on it to tear it off. I don't generally make a habit of this; I usually try to just pull out my nail clippers and clip off the snags and what have you. But I didn't have my nail clippers with me today. And what happens? My tooth chipped! I don't even know how, but it did. So I may be making an impromptu trip up and back to Santa Horhe next week to get it fixed. Or, if that doesn't work out for me, then I'll find a dentist up here and suffer through it.
It figures. The One Time I bite my nails this would happen. Now I'll have a story to tell my small children when they're biting their nails to get them to stop, though, right?
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths