Teeth, again

My tooth broke yesterday. Yes, broke. How lovely. I tried to call the dentist and of course, he wasn't in. I called a friend who is a dental... something. She wears scrubs and talks about teeth all the time but I have no idea what she does all day. Anyway, she assured me that I won't die before Monday morning and that I could come to her office if I can't get a hold of anyone. I ended up getting an appointment with a different dentist - mine is on vacation, again - and after less than 10 minutes it is all better now. Before the dentist came in his assistant told me of a bunch of really cool things to do in and around Saint Ignace (where we will be vacationing in less than two weeks) so it was like a two-for-one kind of visit. Or something like that.