Irony, defined

I am always reminding my boys to brush and floss their teeth. "You only get one body," I say, "You'd better take care of it."

So, how ironic that out of everyone in my family, I am the first -- and only -- to have a permanent tooth pulled (due to untreatable damage below the gumline). The hole is nearly front and center, and if I don't have the fake tooth in place, I look like I walked out of coal mining town where the Mountain Dew flows like water.

I am grateful that I could get the work done, but it's hard to feel pretty with fake teeth. Bummer.