Misadventures in Dentistry, Part 2: Humiliation in the Chair

I would like to preface this entry by stating that my parents (bless them) have made a serious investment in my smile.  My mom used to drive me to Edmonton from our small town every six weeks to have my braces adjusted, regardless of the weather or the amount of shuffling she had to do…

Spiderzilla!

I felt virtuous because I decided to do a load of laundry before I went to bed, even though it was well after ten on a school night.  I just don’t feel right if I don’t have clean pink clothes, and I have enough stuff in various shades of pink that it requires its own…