Every month for the past 6 months, I've walked into my orthodontist's office and said, "Okay, you're taking these braces off NOW!" Only to be persuaded to keep them on for another month or two. "After all," he'd say, "You've come this far, what's another few weeks?"
But not today. Today, when I made my familar demand, he only hemmmed and hawwed for a bit. "Okay, we'll take them off next month." Hurrah!! Yay!! Yipeee. June 17th. Almost 2 years from the date this torture all started.
When I started down this path, I was sold a false bill of goods. 12 months, 16 months top, I was promised, including surgery time. What a load of crock.
If you were to ask me if this was all worth it, I'm not sure what the answer would be. The surgery was insane. Ten times more invasive, painful and frustrating than I thought it would be. I don't know how I got through that - just thinking about it now makes me wince.
First thing I'm going to do when the braces come off ... eat a big old spinach salad in public.
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Now for something fluffy and silly. I am SOOOOO all over the upcoming Sex and the City movie. I loved this show when it was on HBO and still miss it. Not enough to go on any New York SATC tours (WTF?) but enough to watch it opening weekend.
Also, I don't care what everyone else says. SJP's hat is weird, theatrical and completely over the top.