So there I was... back in the US not even five hours, after completing my first three week trip to Costa Rica. That morning I had woken up at 3 30 am that to send off my first few chicas to the airport. My other guide had asked me to push the button to close the gate behind the van on their way out. In my sleepy state, I thought they had made it out... guess I was wrong. Apparently I closed it right on the van! He said he thought they had been hit by a car the noise was so loud. Whoops number 1 of the day! Never even got to see the damage... and I'm hoping I won't hear anymore about that whoops. After all the chicas were off I had two flights and a four hour layover in Atlanta, and finally arrived back to my friend Brian's house after one o clock in the morning. I rinsed off and layed down on his futon to go to sleep. After such a long day my tooth was telling me to take it out, so I did, which is shitty because the whole three weeks I had been sleeping with it in, in fear of well, situations like the one I am about to explain. Well, apparently peanut butter and grahmn crackers was a bad choice for a midnight snack. I had set my tooth on my backpack next to the futon and when I woke up there was a dog burping in my face. I immediately felt panicked and looked down to see that my fear had come to true. My tooth was fucking gone!!! I screamed things we don't need to discussed and immediately started searching, and fearing soon I would be searching through the dogs poop! I walked into the other room and saw piece number one... then another... and then one of the dogs (the guilty one obviously) jumped up onto his favorite chew spot apparently, revealing the third piece with the tooth thankfully still in tacked. The fourth and final piece is still out there, or maybe in there, and quite frankly I think Francis deserves a bit of a stomach ache!
Oh, it gets better don't worry. For reasons I am not even sure of so don't ask, I asked my ex-boyfriend to accompany me to my drive to Las Vegas, which is where I will be starting my next trip from... in two days! So, he was already waiting for me at the bus station when I was busy figuring out what the fuck I was going to do next... Oh and btw... I haven't seen him in over 7 years!!!
Vegas... here we come, tooth in hand!
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