They say that if you’ve lived with someone for a very long time you start looking like each other. Hubby and I have lived together for a very….exceptionally long time and although we have many similarities, we don’t look too much like each other.
Or do we?
We both have blue eyes.
On any given day, after various salon appointments, we both have blonde hair.
Our tummies aren’t as flat as they once were and getting up and down out of our respective easy chairs, we both have a little hitch in our giddy-up (as my Dad would say).
Sometimes we come out of the closet and we’re wearing the same colors.
Sometimes we miss the same golf shot.
Sometimes we order the exact same meal. Sometimes we finish each other’s sentences.
And then…there is the whole name thing……
But our recent bonding experience has carried things too far…way too far!
Hubby made a dentist appointment recently. He reported back that he had a tooth that required repair and a bigger appointment the following week.
By the next day, I had a sore tooth and went to the same dentist.
After a quick x-ray, she emerged with uncomfortable-looking body language and promptly sent me off to an endodontist to discuss a root canal.
That guy was great, but he said no can do and pushed me along to a really nice oral surgeon who scheduled me for a tooth extraction and dental implant the next week.
I reported back to hubby and he laughed and laughed.
He, the owner of a tooth that simply needed repair and me whose tooth was at dental death’s doorstep. I filled my prescription for Valium and prepared for the worst.
Hubby’s appointment day came, the day before mine, and off he went.
Forty-five minutes later, he texted that he was on his way to my same oral surgeon for an emergency tooth removal. The dentist had misjudged the decay on his tooth. Go figure.
Bottom line is that we each lost a tooth in the exact same place in our mouths, twenty-four hours apart.
Now, even our smiles are a bit more similar.
Which gets me to the recipe this week. Pea soup!!
Yes, in order to ease the swelling, the surgeon recommended that I buy bags of frozen peas. Which I did: Bags and bags and bags of frozen peas.
After the swelling was gone, the peas remained. Note too, that only soft, smooth things were on the Morgan menu for a week or two.
So, our frozen peas did double duty as relief and substance.
Some things don’t change though. Even as similar as we are, I couldn’t convince hubby to eat pea soup.
He hates peas… which worked out just fine for me!
Have a great week and don’t forget to schedule your dentist appointment soon!