Last time on, Mouth Trauma: Princess tumbled down stairs.
Alright. Today I am going to tell you some more about my mouth trauma. Do you want the short version or the loooong version? I'll give you the short:
Last summer I played softball. I loved being the bat-boy...or bat-girl. My mom was always so nervous that the person waiting would swing and hit me. I wasn't nervous at all. My friend was at bat and I wasn't paying attention. The girl waiting (the coach's daughter) swung and BAM!!! Hit me on my front upper permanent tooth with the bat. Ouch.
Oh, and there's more!! :( Later on my tooth started to discolor. My mom took me to the dentist and they said that it might be dying and that I needed to go to a special dentist to probably get a root canal. Goody.
Ever since I have had to go to that "special dentist" every 3 months and check to see if it is dead or not. Oh, and no, I didn't get a root canal.
Another thing that doesn't have anything to do with the subject: Today my teacher gave me a bag of $105, but it was shredded.
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What's up with the shredded money?
I am sure there was a purpose in
that.
Miss you Princess!
Princess--Can you please tell me who it their right mind would shred $105?
SHREDDED? What's the deal with that? That's like a no gift gift.I feel your mouth trauma pain!!
Sometimes the federal reserve shreds money that they can't use anymore (I can't remember exactly the reason, I just remember this much from my banking days). One year, when I was still in banking, we gave our customers Christmas ornaments with shredded money inside.
Probably more info than you wanted, but thought I would share!
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