Oh, my stars and garters!

Thank you, helpful friends!
Your spoken, written, and shouted encouragement has motivated me to make a dentist appointment for March 1. Yes! I hung up with the receptionist and danced down the hall.

My excitement may seem disproportionate--psychotic, even--but you'll understand when I burn your retinas out with my gleaming, fantastic smile.

Here's what they look like now:


Yeah, they're pretty dingy. (I'm sensitive, so please be discreet when you see me and try to look at how bad they really are.)

Anyway, enjoy my cruddy teeth while you can. After March I'll have a clean canvas upon which to daub lots of nicotine, coffee, and red wine.