My greatest love, born from my greatest hate.

Big Hunk candy bar, I hate and love you. In 2004 you ripped out my prosthetic front tooth the first day of a new job. Now in March 2010 you broke a tooth during my great white shark impersonation on you.

Picture the ending of the movie Planet of the Apes, but instead it is me (not C. Heston) on my knees at the beach looking up at a giant Big Hunk (not the Statue of Liberty) candy bar saying, "damn you!! damn you to hell!!" with the realization of what this particular candy bar has done to my dental past and future.

Or my disgust as I am spitting out candy bar and tooth fragments in the parking lot of the store after my very first bite!

All this means 2 hours and 30 minutes at the dentist today to get a crown. I think I would have rather been water boarded for 2 hours and 30 minutes and confessed all my secrets rather than deal with a broken tooth again.

My dentist says I have the strongest bite she has ever seen, ever. Couple that with what I guess are just genetically weak teeth and I am doomed. I have crushed a porcelain crown while seating it the very first time it was placed in my mouth. Great white shark indeed.

So here I am, queasy from lunch, mouth numb from the dentist, depressed at a broken tooth, tried from AM class of jiu jitsu and drugged up on Ativan and Naproxen. But I still have to go with P.M. to his first jiu jitsu class tonight in 45 minutes...

KOBK KOBK KOBK KOBK KOBK KOBK

I can do it! (I did it)

And of course, pictures for you my awesome readers!