The day of the jackal.
Did I say jackal?
How about jack ass?
And (thunderous applause): It is I.
Yes, Pogo, we have met the enemy and he is us.
I had a jackass kind of day.
Some people are in a New York State of Mind and others have left their hearts in San Fran, but me?
Well, it was just one of those kind of days that defied reason.
Yeah, I got my permanent bridge.
No, I will never be able to eat an apple, or an ear of corn, the normal way.
And pizza? I will still have to cut it into pieces.
The bridge spans 5 teeth.
And the more teeth?
Well, the more pressure it puts on the bridge.
Some day it could be the Bridge on the River Kwai.
Blown up by a bite, into the crunchy side of life.
So, I can either resolve to eat oatmeal, yogurt and noodles,
Or I can defy gravity and bite into a bagel or a lemon, and boom!
Actually, that is the good news of today.
The rest of the day went to hell in a hand basket.
Until tonight, when I decided to let it all hang out, and ran into new and old friends.
When I got home, I saw 2 gorgeous tomatoes sitting outside.
A present from a good friend, from his garden.
I wonder if I can bite into one of those sweet, lovely balls of happiness?
Or maybe I should just forget it and eat a long hot.
It’s a long story.