My teeth ARE gone. Not that I much wanted that to happen, but look. My father had soft enamel, my big bro lost his in his fifties, and I abused mine with eating disorders. I also worked hard to keep them. Didn’t work. So, kinda, it’s a done deal. I’m over it already. My dreams are a lot more about…well, I’d rather not say. There are men in white coats with butterfly nets that might want to lock me away for life. However, they make for some pretty entertaining early mornings.