In sickness, and in health, when you have a chip stuck in your gum line, and when you don't have a chip stuck in your gum line

Big shout-out to Levi, my sometimes squeamish husband, who the other day agreed to poke around my sour cream and oniony maw with a toothpick for a chip tip that became, during some ravenous snack time mastication, wedged in my gum line. Which is where chips lay their salty little eggs, so it was kind of at the top of my list to fish that thing out. Because otherwise I'd have a billion little chip babies in my mouth. Wait a minute...