Heh. The dreaded braces of being my Dad's child *groans*. I don't want thaem, and luckely haven't gotten them, yet. See, I look like Hayley WIlliams of Paramore *whoo! trl screams* and even have the haircut/style and top gap
. My dad was all "your top teeth are straightening out really nicely, but you might need braces for the bottem row and a retainer for your tiny little overbite" gee, thanks, ya know. So I'm all "No! I must
keep my gap on top. Fine, hand me bottom braces, but anything else, An dI will purposly (sp) tell the dentist that if he ever wants to see his gold fishes in the reception room again, he better step away" and of course my little bro has to say "but didn't the one die when you were looking at it?"
that's me, super smile!