Meow

This is just the cat. It has nothing to do with yesterday’s post. You know – women – catty. Never mind, I had to explain it to the husband too. Moving on…

See that tooth? Well I used to have one like that. People would sometimes say, I was a Pretty Girl, but I knew they were lying. They just felt sorry for me because I had a tooth that stuck out of my mouth like John McCain at a Madonna concert. Sorry for the bad metaphor. Every time I smiled, I looked like I was going to eat the person I was in conversation with. So I didn’t like to smile. I didn’t like to get my picture taken. I’m a warped adult because of that tooth.

My parents never got me braces and I don’t hold it against them – all the time. So at the ripe age of 33, I got braces. It was such a pivotal time that I still tear up when I think about it. I’m fixed! My life is perfect because my teeth are perfect.

So to spare my kids from becoming warped adults, they both have metal. And I’m going to get the cat’s tooth pulled, because I don’t want him to be warped either. Though I’m not sure if he cares. He would eat us if he could.

That being said, the husband married me before I got braces. But he’s a special guy, and blind…he’s a blind pilot. I can’t tell you what a wonderful guy he is. He makes me tea every night.

Just another confession on the world wide web.

So knowing all this…name this picture.