Wednesday, October 3, 2007

You're a Star!

I would like to grant myself the gold star -- The Gold Star of Brushing. This week at work, I have actually brushed all three days after lunch. Pretty impressive, right? I think this new surge of excelled hygiene came about after The Boyfriend pointed out discoloration on my front teeth (that's right, plural). Thanks, BF. Talk about super self-esteem. Can I wire my jaw shut now? Please?

This comic, who's set I survived through this evening, really embodies how I feel as an adult with braces.

I only ask you watch the first 12 seconds.