While I am having a lovely day so far, I am twinged with dread. Last night one of my fillings came out. My teeth are one of the things I'm most insecure about. You'd think therefore I'd take better care of them, but alas no. I just hope for the best and get super bummed when they fall apart. Sigh.
I have hit a new low. My fallback when someone doesn't speak English is Spanish (I'm in So Cal so it works a lot of the time). Unfortunately my brain doesn't think before it jumps to new language so Spanish has come out when I'm in Tokyo for example. Today I used it with a deaf person.