6 months 28 days
This is going to be a short one.
It turns out the poor guy I’ve been referring to— blog after blog— as my orthodontist is actually a general dental surgeon.
I understand there’s probably just three orthodontists in the whole republic…
And all this time I assumed orthodontist and dentist meant the same thing…*shaking head*!
It’s ok, you can laugh too!
My teeth are doing ok so far…no breaking news to report….
Oh oh...just this one tiny thing....I went for a hike on the 20th...and then one guy takes a look at me and says:
"You are the one who had funny teeth!" Like he had spotted me earlier or something.
"Still am," I said, baring my metals for emphasis. I assumed he was put off.
Oh oh...just this one tiny thing....I went for a hike on the 20th...and then one guy takes a look at me and says:
"You are the one who had funny teeth!" Like he had spotted me earlier or something.
"Still am," I said, baring my metals for emphasis. I assumed he was put off.
It was such a surprise when after the hike he came to 'get to know a little more about me.' And a much bigger shocker when he showed up at my church the following Sunday.
No..he didn't ask for my number..
And good Lord, no! I don't fancy him.
Not too long to go….( I speak by faith)
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