Just my luck

Yesterday morning I was sitting at my desk, chomping down on a Chex Turtle bar (delicious!) when I heard a crack, and thought I had a peanut rolling around in my mouth - um yeah.  It was a crown on one of my teeth that broke off. Completely off.  Big gaping hole.  I uttered an expletive, which my co-worker, Jon, repeated all day while laughing.  Anyway, you'd think I'd have a little pride.. or at least some shame... but I do not.  So here I am in all my toothless glory (and sleepy eyes - it was only 0645 in the morning).