Yokel Miff

Today I managed to break a cap off my tooth by biting a nectarine seed. Obviously this was not done on purpose.

This war wound is about 20 years old now - I chipped it by banging my bottom jaw on my brother's head when I was six. It is the second time the cap has come off - first was biting into a chewy lolly I got in a show bag when my grandparents took me to the Melbourne show about 15 years ago.

Not the most flattering pic of me, but I wanted you all to see how terrible I look! I want sympathy! Husband had a hard time giving me much initially as he is very sensitive about teeth and was a little grossed out at the thought of broken teeth. He was much better by the time I picked him up from work, but doesn't want to see the chip (which I found in my nectarine afterwards).

I've thought about putting it under my pillow and seeing what the tooth fairy brings me. I've also offered to send it to my mum to keep in her Miff Memorabilia collection (which I'm sure she has been religiously adding to over the years, however unlikely that may seem) but she turned me down for some reason. I think it brought back bad memories for her when she knocked out her teeth diving into a pool. Is that right maman? And does the Miff Memorabilia collection really exist? I know you probably can't work out the whole commenting thing, so I'll only cry a little bit when you don't answer.

I'm convinced I look like a yokel when I smile. I'm fitting in nicely with the Preston Safeway crowd, but this isn't really very comforting. Husband assures me I don't look terrible but it feels so weird! He managed to get past his personal teeth fears and even touched the sharp edge (at my insistence, cruel, I know).

Luckily I was presenting in the Planetarium today, where it is always nice and dark, so I didn't have to talk with my top lip covering my teeth.

I can't get an appointment at the dentist until next Tuesday so will have a whole week of feeling paranoid about looking like a bumpkin with a broken tooth. Bloody Summer fruits.