Really, just two 'hopes' for tomorrow's appointment...
- Some of the metal, weighing down my face, be removed form my mouth --- these surgical hooks (oh how I hate that name) have got to go -- it's time!
- Encouraging words that everything looks good and that I haven't been rockin' the rubber bands for no reason (not the cutest things)
Ha. I know...not quite. But a girl can dream, right?