Well this is what my husband has gone to bed with and woken up to every morning for the past almost-six years.
Lucky man right?
I wear a retainer to bed. You think it looks bad, you should hear me try and talk through it. My husband loves me. Well after *ahem* years of wearing this go-ahead-and-punch-me-in-the-face-I-won't-feel-a-thing retainer I decided I could treat myself to having new ones made. An upgrade to a hotter, skinnier version. I went on Tuesday to have my teeth moulded (that stuff is nastay) and picked up these bad boys yesterday.
What? You say. Where? That's right, they're in there. New retainers for the year 2010.
I'm obviously excited about this or trust me I wouldn't be posting these pictures, but I really think Neil may be even more excited than I am. Although, I think I'll keep the old one and pull it out for special occasions, he'll love that.
Ok, now let's pretend this never happened, we won't be talking about it again.