Sacrifices, or what we do for love.....

Back in '84, I chipped my front tooth while trying to drink a coke (remember, they used to come in hard glass bottles?) and opening a car door (duh...). I remember staying home from a party that night because I was so embarrassed about it and barely opened my mouth until it was fixed.

Well, the bonding that fixed it finally came off last week. Now, not only am I going to go to my nephew's wedding and be photographed multiple times with said tooth, but it won't get fixed for sometime. Have I lost my vanity? Grown older and wiser and gained a sense of proportion in my life?

Naw, I *gotta* get that front pasture, fence and run-in shed done!!!

Am I the only ding-bat? I doubt it....