The only thing worse than my dentist informing me that, at twenty-one with straight teeth, I have to get braces again, is the realization that I place just as much of an emphasis on my looks as everyone else does.
Normally, I would head to the beach to soothe my wounds but, with all the Northerners invading, even the beach behind the housing development that out-of-towners think is private is crowded right now because the locals are hiding out there (also, last time I went to the beach my dog embarrassed me and I can't not take her because every time I open my bathing suit drawer she just appears in the backseat of my car; never get a smart dog and never get one that is stronger than you).
One of my reader's has been looking up this old song post for the past week and I am so glad they have because this song never fails to cheer me up and I seem to be able to play it ten times in a row without hating it (it's probably all linked to the fact that people who make it big from Indiana make me proud). I'm just going to dance around and hope that the price of Invisalign's has gone down some in the past ten years.
"Love Like Woe" The Ready Set
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