The Tooth

Okay, huddle up peeps.  I'm chomping on a granola bar Friday morning and a crown pops off a back tooth into my mouth.  I head over to the dentist to get the crown fixed up and guess what?  My tooth has to be extracted.  Tomorrow morning.  And I need to get an implant, but because of this Israel trip, I may not have time to get it.  Okay.  Freaking out. Why me of all people?  I'm stressed. Not going to lie.

On another negative note.  Husbandman and I ventured out today for our first ever official hunt for MOREL MUSHROOMS.  We found zero.  Everyone else around here finds a million.  This ticks me off no end.