I'm getting used to laughing in the face of the relative insanity surrounding my existence.
We have the whole short arse thing, yep, I'm small, and I live in Holland, where small is 5' 10. I'm, er, less.
We have the whole chubby and pale thing, goes with the Irish territory thing I reckon, so no big deal.
We have the braces at 30 years of age thing, okay, slightly embarrassing, but we struggle on yeah?
We have the whole infertile Irish Catholic thing, which let's face it, is an absolute disgrace, even the priests back home have kids.
Nevertheless, you get on with it, handicaps in hand and expecting better times ahead.
Then what happens? Your tooth falls out.
Yes, a front tooth has fallen out of my about-to-explode head.
I am an infertile Danny Devito lookalike with braces, and missing fucking teeth.
Braces and no teeth.
I'm going back to bed.
EDIT: 26-06-2008 13:01
Explanation - The tooth was a baby/milk tooth that had never fallen out.
It wasn't attached to the brace in the expectancy that it would.
Now the braces need to kick into action to close the gap and fast.....