Lost and not yet found...

Those of you that know me, know how much I adore my Nana. I make an effort to talk to her at least 2 or 3 times a week. Most weeks, at least one of those talks makes for a funny story... Here is a conversation we had last week:

Me: Hey Nana! How are you?
Nana: Well, I lost my teeth.
Me: You lost your teeth? (holding in a chuckle)
Nana: Yes. My bottom teeth. I don't know where they are. And your mother and Aunt Liz threw away my spare set. (Very angry tone with mom and Aunt Liz)
Me: They threw away your spare teeth?
Nana: Yes! When they cleaned out the bathroom and a lot of other good stuff too! (Translation: her collection of hotel shampoos, soaps and plastic shower caps are now in a landfill.)
Me: Well, I hope you find them soon.
Nana: When your mother gets home, I am going to make her look under the bed.

The next day, I talk to my mom and learn that said teeth were not under the bed and that the disposed of spare teeth were probably 30 years old and would not have fit her. I don't even bring up the other treasures they chunked in the trash.

Conversation with Nana yesterday:

Me: Hey Nana! Find your teeth yet?
Nana: No, but I am praying to St. Anthony all the time. (Turns out St. Anthony is the patron saint of the Lost & Found)
Me: (attempting not to chuckle yet again) I hope he hears you soon.
Nana: Grandpa told me to just make an appointment to get them replaced. I still can't believe your mother and Aunt Liz threw my spare set away.

I must say that I love how my mom is "your mother" when she is in a little trouble. I have two predictions regarding the Mystery of the Lost Teeth:

1. St. Anthony will reveal the location of the teeth about 2 days after Grandpa shells out the cash for the new set.
2. Mom and Liz will NEVER live down the fact that they threw away perfectly good 30 year old dentures.

Stay tuned...