It all starts when Alyssa has to use the bathroom. And then I have to use the bathroom. And then Dylan has to use it, too. We’re on vacation, on… Read more >
It might make you laugh
Yesterday I found some old lip gloss tucked away in a travel bag and I got a little excited.
It was my old favorite, Cover Girl Hipster, sooo pretty.
I haven’t worn it in about three years. In fact, I haven’t worn any lip gloss or lipstick or lip stain or anything else on my lips.
You’re probably wondering why. (Or, you may not care, but I’ll tell you anyway.) Because lipstick doesn’t look good with braces, and it looks even sillier when you have braces and you’re missing two teeth.
Last week I learned something very important about myself: I will never be a judge. I mean the courtroom kind. No bench sitting or black robe for me.
Give me Dancing With the Stars and I could run with that. (First order of business–buh bye Nancy Grace).
I always expected that judges sat on the bench, listened carefully, weighed the facts, and then dolled out punishment. I thought they separated truth from fiction. Found the holes in testimony. And most of all, I thought judges didn’t tolerate bunk.
I think I’m pretty good at all those things.
But that’s not what happens, at least not in traffic court.
Last Thursday I had a terrible day.
It actually really began on Wednesday when my orthodontist said I was ready for my jaw-breaking surgery. (This was a good thing since it is the first required step to getting two missing teeth replaced). But then minutes later, an x-ray showed that I did NOT have enough room for an implant; the root was NOT diverging; and it was possible that I had an abscess. The short story there? I was NOT ready to have surgery.
If you’ve ever been toothless for three years, then you know what a blow that was.