This last month I have been really bummed about the fact that I had to
have a root canal done, and essentially get a fake tooth. I don't know,
something about losing a part of the original me has weirded me out.
I had my last appointment today (yup folks, it's a three visit process) and the
missionaries called to see if I could go with them. I explained that I had to go to the the dentist and get a crown put on. The awesome sister missionary said,
"Oh, so you are a princess now."
All of a sudden, having a fake tooth didn't seem so bad anymore.
