Toothless at 26.

Loosing your tooth at 4 = YAY.  Loosing your tooth at 26 = WTF.  As an adult I've discovered the Tooth Fairy is a real b*tch when you grow up. She no longer leaves money under your pillow, which I'll forgive, considering I made-out like a bandit during elementary school. But given my attachment to my front tooth, I would have settled for a new tooth or dental insurance under my pillow. After all, I lost the tooth in a manner that paid homage to all Tooth Fairies-  while smiling and going into a split.  And to my dismay no new tooth has appeared. And I realized for the rest of my adult life I would have to laugh like this...

At least with my new laugh, no one will ever be able to tell if food is left in my remaining teeth.

i am. who i am. i think.

Three months into my layover at momma duke's house and the thought of going out in nyc by myself has me more nervous than the night I lost my virginity - and that involved strawberry daiquiris, a very hot Filirican, and the "I'll try anything once" motto.

How could I be nervous?!@#! Me intimidated.

I've gone on a cruise by myself to another country where I could easily have become the next chic in sexual slavery. I've eaten pop rocks and coca cola at the same time. I lived in the hood where 8am cat calls are normal and cops are suspect. I've said Candy Man 3x in the mirror. I flirted with the creepy crackhead outside the liquor store to get a handle when I was not of proper age in this country (but plenty of others). I've removed 10 stitches from my own knee based on a youtube video. I've worn a tutu with a top that says "not everything is flat in kansas" to an indian themed party. (ok. yes. although irrelevant, i still wanted to mention it because that outfit was a HIT!)

How could one move change my boisterous nature? 2 Words: Momma Gwen. And the solution was obvious - several shots of Jamie, one train ticket, a dive bar later, and I was back to feeling like me.

All is well in the world.