The crunchy sound of a few hundred bucks

There are precisely TWO places my daughter's new retainer should be.

1) In her mouth

2) In the case to store it in.

Not, in fact, the third option of the day...the bathroom floor.

Crunch.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

See, I need new tires, and a new joint boot on my car. I could use an appointment at the ear-nose-throat guy to check into my substantial hearing loss on my left side. I am short on my tax payment. Dog needs heartworm medicine, too.

So...

Damn..........