Took the Curmudgeon to the dentist office for another fitting of the new dentures. They don’t fit him right yet. We go back next week for another fitting. That will be fitting number five.

I hope it will also be the last one. I am rather tired of running him over there.

I know if they don’t fit him right, he won’t wear them, and we’ll have spent a fortune for some teeth to smile pretty in a jar.

He truly did need new dentures, the ones he wears are over thirty years old and quite dull.

From the ones he tried on today that were almost right, I do believe the new teeth will look good.