Crap. Livi lost the other tooth today on a playdate at Baskin Robbins. (that's the tooth...it's white chickletiness contrasting against the pink in the letter "B").
She proudly handed me the drool and mint chocolate chip ice cream covered tooth and I carried it home in my pinched thumb and forefinger and Hell-bent on NOT forgetting about it...this time. I was momentarily distracted by the newly decorated windows at Neiman's, but I made it home safely and put the tooth into the silk pouch from last week.
All I've been thinking about since this afternoon is "don't forget the tooth, don't forget the tooth, don't forget the tooth..."
I canceled a reflexology massage because I was afraid that in my relaxed state I might come home, pass out, and completely let go of all thoughts "tooth" related.
So far, so good...Now if I could only find a $1...