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No plate to bite and stress grinding my jaw


As you can see in the photo above (aside from me looking cute and my gorgeous daughter) I have quite the jawline.  What you can't see is the I have deformed jawbone sockets.  So sometimes if I yawn to widely my bottom jaw pops straight out.  I know you're thinking cool party trick, but I promise its gross.  I am also a person that manages to stress, like most of you probably.  My stress causes my body to do wierd things, like swell up, lose my hair, grind my teeth and my skin cracks and gets revolting on my hands and feet. 

The answer to night time teeth grinding is the very unnatractive bite-plate.  Awhile ago mine broke.  In the beginning it was fine, I was somehow managing to stay calm.  I guess I haven't been so calm in the last week, because as I sit here typing my jaw seems to get tighter and tighter.  I am starting to resemble a pitbull. 

Monkeys, my thoughts on this post have gone out the window.  I had some technical difficulties and now I can't remember what it is I wanted to type.  

Random thought but I really think I'd like to live off cookies for brekfast.  Not yucky cheap cookies, but the gooey, crunchy yummy kind.  I know they mostly all have dairy but I am determined to bake some dairy free versions that will offer the same if not better deliciousness.  Maybe they'll be so good and I'll sell them and make lots and lots of money! Mwah ha ha!  Man my jaw is so sore its affecting my thinking and my typing, so if there are typos its not me.  Have you watched Stranger Than Fiction?  Awesome movie (I am not sure what movies people other than my love and I like, so its our awesome, if its not yours, sorry) starring Will Ferrel (I don't know the spelling and mostly don't like his movies, except for Elf), Emma Thomspons (love her!) and Maggie Gyllenhaal (love love her!).  In it Maggie's character has a cookie store!!!  I want a cookie store!!! I want to bake cookies and feed people and make them happy!!!

Anywhoo, me and my jaw are going to say ciao.  We are hopefully going to post on our other blog.
Philippa

  

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