On the way back from the airport after dropping Chee-hoi off, I wanted to open the door in the back of the car to check on Bryan (Grace took Michelle’s car to drop her friend off at SFO), but I opened the door before my face was out of the way, and WHAM! I heard a crack and felt a splash of my front tooth shattering in my mouth. I looked at the mirror — it was chipped like some yahoo’s tooth.
Some luck I am having this year.
Now I am stuck with a fricking upside down Nike logo in my front tooth. I hope that dentist from 1800-dentist is any good…