Toothless in Seattle

I spent most of last night at the ER with Tug. He was trying to put together a judo thingamabobber for the girls to practice something or other and ended up getting hit in the face with some metal contraption. The metal thingy hit him just below the lip, slightly above the chin and made a hole clear through to his gums. It also knocked a tooth almost entirely out. When we got to the ER (thank God for our awesome landlord who came and watched the kids) the tooth was sitting about a half an inch higher than usual and was cracked completely in half from top to as far bottom as we could see. The ER doc said he would use glue on Tug's face (because it would only require 1-2 stitches) and would try to get the tooth at least a little more in place (which he sort of did) then referred us to an oral surgeon. Today we spent the majority of the morning/early afternoon at the oral surgeon where Tug had to get the tooth pulled because it was also broken below the gum line (bottom tooth, his right, first big pointy on near the front). They also had to stitch up the hole in his face because the glue came off while they were pulling the tooth.

I am now married to a toothless hillbilly. I guess he has to remain toothless for a couple of months until it heals then we will go to the dentist to get a fakie.

In happier news, today is my cutie pie nephew's ninth birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARRETT!!