my tongue.
After a fitful night of self-flagellation, in the morning, I replied to my own email with remorse. Luckily, the object of my vitriol was kind enough to grant me a kind reprieve. I’m grateful for his patience and forgiveness.
The Universe sent me a lesson: The tooth. It’s easily fixed, I know, and it’s happened before. But in this case, maybe I’ll keep it a few weeks, just in case I feel the need to lash out before I have time to cool down. Nobody notices it but me, just like those never-sent emails that go into the trash.
After all, a chipped tooth is way more fashionable than an apology any day.