Next time I go to the orthodontist I get a bottom retainer (but they don't take off my braces yet). I need to get a frenectomy. I've moved down to size France rubber bands. All the little rubber band bags have a place on the back that coordinates with the size of the bands. I never noticed this until I was talking to Danny and he said, "What country do you have for your bands?"
"What?"
"On the back. I have Iceland."
So I looked. I had AFRICA. That's how ridiculously enormous they were. Then I moved down to Scandinavia, now I'm at France.
You know, if Grace and I are going to be the Lennon and McCartney of our generation like we always talk about (I'm Lennon, of course), we better get a move on. I'd hate to be little miss dictator again (like I always am in my bands), but I find it necessary. I haven't been doing it so far and just look at us. We've never even had one practice. I'll be making a few phone calls tomorrow.

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