Tonight I smiled for my boyfriend...thus, exposing the new 'bling.' Even he took a step back. Oh yes, there is twice as much metal in my mouth and three times as much gunk stuck up in my grill. You can just call me JOHN (Lil John, that is).
Last night was brutal on my molars. Thanks to my defeating experience at the ortho, I must have had a lot of ortho dreams -- hence, stress and grinding. My neighbors totally hate me. My alarm ran for at least an hour and a half this morning. Whoops.