A year ago, I bit the bullet and got braces on my teeth.
They were moving around like popcorn on a hot grill and I began to stop smiling.
Anyone who knows me knows that I survive on SMILES and laughter which are like oxygen to me.
So I had to do something. Today I graduated from my braces to a retainer. Cooper Callaway, my
cute orthodontist sent me an invitation to a cone party – I’ll be there with all the 12-year olds.
I can smile again.
I’ll probably be the only little ole lady in the nursing home who needs a retainer instead of a bridge.