All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth

I was having such a great day today.  I woke up early, and went to the flea market with Ray.  I got some really cool stuff.  The sun was out.  We stopped at a bakery on the way home.  I was just having a snack before I headed into the shop, for the afternoon.  I took a bite out of a beautiful piece of Italian bread, when....................

I heard a crack, I knew it was my front tooth.  Now I have to go into the shop looking like I live in the backwoods of West Virginia.  And, I also have to go to a wake after I close the shop.  Oh well, I guess things could be worse.  At least I can still laugh about it.