I have bad teeth. I’ve decided to blame my mitochondrial DNA and that long layover in Great Britain on the migratory road from Africa to the fluoridated USA. Yes, it’s my mother’s fault. Let’s leave it at that.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
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My daughter was remembering a Halloween costume I had a few years ago when I was a “two-face” sort of character, and in describing it she mentioned how “Mommy made Daddy’s teeth all ugly..” To which I replied, No, those were my real teeth. Nothing like being kicked by those you love.
Kids say the darnedest things, eh, Mark?