Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I Think I've Bitten Off More Than I Was Chewing

Don't give Mrs. Hillbilly Mom any lip. She has enough lip of her own. A plethora of lip, one might say, if one was wont to use the word plethora, and refer to oneself as "one."

I have a fat lip. A lip that could have its own show, My 600 Pound Lip. As lips go, mine needs to go on The Biggest Loser. I need to lose this inverted, lower-lip, last-trimester sextuplet-baby bump that appeared over the weekend. Oh, I'm sure this bump behemoth did not simply appear. I have a hunch that I had a little something to do with it sprouting full-bloat from just off-center, stage right.

For the life of me I cannot remember what I was up to, what I was chowing down on so overzealously that I bit my own lip like a crocodile chomping a divot out of a hippopotamus butt. Sure, maybe you've tried to masticate the inside of your cheek during a bout of gluttony. That's not pleasant, but it's not nearly so painful as biting a bit of tender flesh from your own bottom lip. INADVERTENTLY!

It's not like I go through my chewing life daintily nibbling the kernels off an inch-long ear of baby corn, like Tom Hanks in his white tux at the fancy buffet in BIG. I don't know why my incisors took it upon themselves to slice and dice a mouthful of food, rather than leave that undesignated task to the bicuspids. You'd think Mrs. HM has teeth like Bugs Bunny, gnashing her horizontal inner bottom lip like a crisp carrot pulled out of his furry invisible pocket.

I thought the wound was winding down, healing from the inside out, receding gradually each day. This morning, the raw, raised, pencil-eraser-size nodule was a mere shadow of itself. Until lunch. When I chewed through it while mincing a mouthful of leftover pizza.

It feels like this thing has its own zip code.


Sioux said...

On Monday my husband attacked my face with a toy helicopter (don't even ask) and it left a small mark on my cheek.

We are going somewhere together on Saturday. I think I'm going to use lipstick and eyeliner to make it more noticeable...and then I'm going to make up a wild story of how he did it.

Think about it...

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Ouch! But I love Sioux's idea. I must admit that I have been known to have similar thoughts ..... and follow through on them. I like to play with make-up and minds.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Are you still trying to get into that group of women mystery writers that my mom thinks commit murder in order to have a plot? Or are you earning extra money as a medical extra at the hospital? Are we going to hear you proclaim, "I've got gonorrhea!"

Any payback is fair play.