It would fix a couple problems with my teeth. I'm a grown up and could care less about being a brace face. Actually, the idea of having a mouthful of metal sort of cracks me up. And yes, it's a lot of money, but I am pretty sure we can afford it. Best of all, rubber bands will be required and I can get hot pink ones. I can also get pink wires. How awesome is that?
|Braces will not make me look THIS good... a girl can dream, though, can't she?|
Image from here.
I let my sweetie know that the orthodontist said it is, indeed, possible and how much it will cost. He said we should sit down and discuss it this evening. I talked to my boss because it will require a chunk of time out of work and he said that's fine and we can certainly work around it. So I suppose the decision will be made tonight and tomorrow I'll be scheduling an appointment. I have one problem that will be fixed either with or without braces, so no matter which way the braces decision goes, I am scheduling appointments tomorrow.
In other news, my sister is leaving today for the next stage of her life, being an ex-pat nurse in England. I am so excited and proud of her! Believe me, I know what it's like to hop on a plane and go someplace totally new. When I did it, though, I was going from one Navy base to another, which is the dame as going from one microcosm of America to another. She is so much braver than I ever was!
Plus it's one more push for me to get a passport. Can you believe I don't have one? The BBE keeps talking about going on a cruise, which I know I would love, but a passport is required. I'm also thinking it would be stupid cool to honeymoon in England and visit my sister while we're there. Not that I should be planning a honeymoon at this point! I feel it's an inevitability, but, trust me on this, there are absolutely no plans of any of that happening yet.
How cool would it be, though, to get rubber bands on my braces that match my wedding dress? :)
And the final random unrelated thing today: fleas. I HATE FLEAS. Months ago, one of the girls brought her totally sweet and totally infested with fleas kitten with her to our house for the weekend. We have since sprayed, laundered, shampooed, swept, vacuumed... and still teh kitteh is getting eaten alive by them. She has the worst flea bite allergy I've ever seen. And yes, I have seen it before. The poor thing is miserable.
We have pills (actually we had pills) to help her with the allergy but we can't make her take them anymore. She refuses to swallow them. We can't give them to her in her soft food because one of her other not-so-endearing traits is eating super fast and then making herself throw up. Yesterday, we finally gave up on the pills and tossed them. We put some flea medicine on her neck this morning and this weekend we will finally get around to putting down the diatomaceous earth that I feel will finally get rid of the blessed fleas.
By the way, I have only seen two fleas, both of them on her, and both plucked off of her by the BBE. They don't bite me. We're not flea-ridden or anything. We just can't seem to get them off the poor cat.
Who threw up her dinner on the back of the couch yesterday. I still love her. Maybe a teensy bit less after having to oxy-clean upholstery. Probably not, though. Bulimia is a disease. She can't help it.
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