The Change

All right folks, though I know we're all still holding candlelight vigils for Notre Dame, it's time we took a moment and ruminated on something really important--my teeth. That's right, it's time to say goodbye to my Maryland bridges that I've had for about seven years now. They were good companions. I got them as a teenager, and they carried me all the way through menopause (HA). They stayed with me through half of high school, and all of Spring Hill and UChicago. They bear the battle scars of these years. And probably a few Dr. Pepper stains. (I've started drinking from a straw since then.) But like all things, these teeth must pass to be replaced with fancy pants new teeth, which is costing me and my generous fiance several thousand dollars. (How funny is it that my fiance is paying for me to get cosmetic surgery before our wedding?) However, while these new teeth may not carry all the history along with them, I can at least be fairly certain that they won't fall out, thereby (hopefully) putting an end to those missing teeth nightmares that plague me so, as many of you know.

Giving up these teeth painfully coincides with the passing of another Marcilliat icon--The Silver Bullet. Yes, our beautiful '92 Buick Century Station Wagon is now officially for sale. As I drove it to the warehouse, I had to hold back a few tears. While it may not have been as constant a companion as my teeth were, the Bullet still went with me on more adventures than I can count, and I shall always fondly remember our special times together, sitting by the side of the interstate after having been attacked by the tire trolls, sitting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere in Oklahoma, sitting on the side of the road in... well, never mind. Ah, memories. I sure do love that car.

And so, dear friends, as I know all of us have recently been through times of great change, please know that you are not alone. I am also feeling the pain of losing things I loved, inanimate as they might be. My consolation is that when I smile sadly, yet dramatically, shaking my head slowly over the good old days, it will at least be with a brand new, shiny smile.

Love to all.