I've got to go to the dentist this morning to have my new mouthpiece fitted. I wear a mouthpiece at night because my jaw's screwed up. I had a couple of mouthpieces that I had been using, but one of them disappeared a few weeks ago, courtesy of the cats. (I have a tendency to yank the mouthpiece out in my sleep and set it on the bed; from there, it's fair game for the cats, who think they've just found a new toy.)
I looked and looked for that mouthpiece, sure that it would turn up eventually. In the past I've found them under the bed, under the couch, under the magazine rack, and under the desk in the kitchen. The cats bat them around until they get batted under something, then they lose interest. I wasn't too concerned, because I had a spare, but on Monday night, the spare also disappeared.
I was starting to wonder if The Runt had started his own orthodontia practice on the side. Where the heck were the mouthpieces? I mean, sure, I was picking up a new one today, but at two hundred bucks a pop, you kind of want to know where they're going.
So! Where were they? I found one under the stove, and one under the fridge. Did I throw them out, after they'd been batted around by cats and possibly chewed on and relegated to dust bunny city? Hell, no. I cleaned them up, soaked them for a while, and put them back in their cases. And you're all, Ewwwwwwwwww!!!!! Let me repeat: Two. Hundred. Dollars.
Oh, and I was going to say something along the lines of, "there's not much I won't put in my mouth for two hundred bucks", but ......... naw.