I'm writing a novel. At least I hope that's what I'm still doing. Having pre-scheduled this post to publish, at the time I'm writing it I am still filled with optimism and determination. For all I know, at this point I may have thrown myself under an ice cream truck. If so, pray that it's leaking hot fudge from the radiator.
6: I am thankful for orthodontia. The year I turned 40, I got braces and bifocals. While the bifocals have been nothing but aggravation for the last five years (every time I play the piano I feel like I'm falling down the stairs, and it sounds that way, too) finally having straight teeth is awesome.
The big surprise? Flossing. Until then, dental floss had to weave a precarious route of S-curves, steep hills, and unexpected crevasses - sort of the Tour de France of oral hygiene. And without Lance Armstrong's endorsement deals, the motivation to floss regularly just wasn't there.
But now? Well, now, I'm a flossing MACHINE! Yay, braces! And double yay for my InvisiLine retainer! We live in miraculous times, people.
We really do.