All I want for X-mas

It’s been less than 48 hours since I experienced the wrath of my misguided putty knife, but already I have an update. Suzy made me a dentist appointment yesterday to have my incapacitated incisor inspected. So I packed up my purple pickle, and jumped in the truck to have it looked at. After the obligatory explanation was complete, the dentist took a good look at my piehole and told me a few unwarranted mouth related horror stories of her own, all of which made mine sound like a love song. Then she asked “Do you have a few minutes?” I told her I did, and waited for her to come back and discuss my options. She came back a couple minutes later, but instead of options, she had one of those big gnarly Novocain needles and her mad scientist eyeglasses on. “Lets get ya numbed up real quick, and we’ll fix that tooth in no time!” I asked her how she was gonna do that, and she said that she has some crazy space age super composite material that she can use to rebuild my tooth good as new. We’ve all seen those people with screwy teeth that are white on one side, and some other color on the other side. I expressed my concern, but she told me not to worry because it will match perfectly and it will look exactly like it used to. I leaned back and the activity ensued. Hands and tools and faces hovered in and about my face and mouth. Every now and then, she’d grab this weird light pencil thing that shined UV light and made the power in the rest of the building dim while she used it. After a little test biting and fine tuning, she handed me a mirror, and right there, behind the stitched purple pickle, was my tooth……completely unbroken, like nothing ever happened, like time went backwards. I didn’t know you could do that. It reminded me of Star Trek when someone breaks their arm on the holodeck , then the doctor shines a magic light on it and fixes it. Oops, I just exposed my nerdiness.