Giddiness upon waves of stress upon waves of more giddiness upon waves of intense pain in my teeth... Oh wait. That's because I did white strips today. Naturally, I went for the biggest bang for your buck (i.e. the most extreme for the shortest amount of time, duh). Even so, if I knew the Target special was going to require hydrocodine to counteract the pain, I never would've gone there. Or wait... yes, yes I would have.
MC: heeehee hooo hoooo oouchieee oww
C: You know those are terrible for you teeth, right? My dentist told me that last time I was there (Insert tone of judgement because he knows I avoid the dentist like the plague- I have "good teeth genes" ok!- Insert my tone of judgement because he goes to the dentist 6 times a year... These opposing forces, L's & G's, are why we work. Can I get an AMEN, Paula?)
MC: Well I'm still doing them.
WHY must I be a defiant 6 year old at any.given.moment? Not sure. But guess what? We got our marriage license today!! This means it's the Dental Expert and the 6 year old FO' LIFE come next Saturday... Welp that certainly sounds like a headline for the Enquirer.
Mom gets here tonight, sister gets here Tuesday, and the festivities begin on Thursday!!! Aside from my breakdown every time I refresh the weather.com 10-day forecast (it says RAIN! wahhhh, it says SUN!, they're lying), I am loving the timing of our wedding. I certainly couldn't survive as a bride-to-be with the holiday treats all up in my thighs at any given moment. I salute you, January brides.
Sorry for the lack of posts, I know you've all been inconsolable. I promise to be back in action post-honeymoon. Next time you see me (hear me?) I'll be Mrs. Double Name Gupton!
