I woke up one morning and realized I had removed my dentures in my sleep and had not put them in a "safe place"-I walked out to our living room and saw that my Hound had gotten hold of them- I screamed-then realized after picking the pieces off the floor that I was fortunate my Pitbull had not found them- I called my Dentist who with a little scraping and relining returned them to me-They fit much better-an ongoing life lesson and way of allowing /accepting events to occur/unfold .
On Oct 21, 2012 MaryBeth wrote :