It didn’t seem that long ago that I tucked my lost tooth under my pillow in hopes of finding a few quarters or even a dollar bill when I woke in the morning. Forty-ish years and two kids later, inflation has hit my pocket book hard. A tooth in 1975 was equal to a gallon or two of gas. Flash forward today and those same two gallons are almost ten bucks! Seriously!

So today I wore a few hats again just as almost every woman does…cook, wife, mom, chauffeur, banker, coach, teacher, director, artist, writer and of course that little enamel thief of the night trailing pixie dust and Abraham Lincoln in her wake!

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