That Darn Tooth

I have a tiny mouth. I do. Have a tiny mouth. But I have unusually big teeth. I wonder if that has anything to do with the size of a persons bones? Anyhow, I digress...

My mouth is jammed packed with my big teeth which doesn't leave much room for anything else. I grew up with cavities galore because one tooth would get a cavity and then he'd infect the neighbor-tooth (most of my teeth are male). When I floss, I don't really "floss." I can get the floss between two teeth but then I have to string it through or else the floss breaks. That's how close my manly teeth-neighbors live next to one another. These days the majority of my teeth have fillings and there's that one darn tooth that always catches food. Spinach, chicken, apples, he doesn't discriminate. Where there's food, he's there hangin' onto it. Bastard.

No point to my blog today other than to vent. I just thought maybe you'd find it...well, no. I know this post isn't the least bit interesting. I...I apologize for this. But I'm posting it anyway.