This summer, in order to get John out of doing some unreasonable thing or other that someone wanted him to do, I lied and said that he had broken a tooth. It seemed harmless enough, and he really did need a break at that time. I can’t even remember what it was they were trying to get him to do. It was at the height of all of the stressful family goings-on, and it was something inconsequential that some family member was trying to get him to do that they could easily do on their own.

Anyway… since then, he’s had nothing but tooth trouble. First he had a tooth get infected and need a root canal and a crown, which a) hurt and b) was expensive and c) required a ridiculous number of trips to the dentist. Tonight he bit into a piece of bread and heard a crunch. Alas, it was not the crunch of the tasty and delicious Tuscan bread crust, but instead, the crunch of one of his canines suffering some sort of tooth disaster.

Ladies and gentlemen, I appear to have spread the curse of my lousy teeth to my poor husband, all with one well-intentioned lie. Does the law of three apply, meaning he will have to suffer through three bad tooth episodes to balance it out? Do you think my insanely expensive and horrifically painful tooth surgery/bridge experience from this summer will help at all? Got any curse removing advice?

Posted by Bad Penguin at November 27, 2007 11:01 PM