Ok, Joe's lost his teeth. He has a denture that he doesn't wear all the time, and when he's not wearing it, he stuffs it into a pants pocket or a coat pocket. Not a great place to keep something like that but I have at least broken him of the habit of leaving it on the table by the couch. I have looked through his clothes and his bed and his various lairs and I can't find the denture. I think he may have dropped it out of his coat pocket on his way out to the car but it's too cold to go out and look through the snow. I will do that tomorrow if he doesn't remember where they are.
Of course, he keeps asking me where his teeth are as though I could actually know. I am the finder of all things in our household, but once in a while, things are well and truly lost, and even I can't find them.
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Giggle. I wear a mouth guard cause I grind my teeth. One day the doorbell rang when I was having a nap. I whipped the mouthguard out and put it on the coffee table as I went to see who was there. My mouthguard disappeared! I looked and looked and looked. Finally figured out the reason it disappeared was the dog ate it! Darn dog loved that thing! Yuck! Happy hunting!
Lurking Linda
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