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.
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2 comments:
Oh, come on!
just jokes.
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