Shark Teeth

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Courtesy of my camera phone

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(making a pirate face at El Morro in San Juan, Puerto Rico)

In case you haven't guessed, I'm getting Invisalign.  This week, in fact.  As much as I'm not looking forward to having a mouth full of plastic like a teenage girl, I am looking forward to getting my janky teeth fixed (yes, I said "janky").  And I only have to wear them for a year.

The funny thing is that every single person I've told about the forthcoming teeth-straightening adventure has said, "What? But your teeth are straight!"  I must disguise the fang and the crooked jaw pretty well then.  But in any case, the photo above reveals that, no, they are not straight.  It also reveals that I need to bust open that Rembrandt whitening kit I just bought.  And reveals a tiny speck of pepper from lunch, but oh well, I'm not retaking the picture.

I also have quite an open bite (my front teeth do not touch), which makes eating artichokes nigh unto impossible.

And I love artichokes.

It's really for the sake of artichokes that I am getting Invisalign.

That's all I've got for now, ye faithful trio of readers.  There's more to come, I'd imagine, on the Invisalign front, posts like, "My Teeth Hurt So Bad I Can Only Eat Yogurt," and "Invisalign Is The Best Diet Ever," and "Three More Months Till Artichokes!" and "Dear Lord, Where Is All My Money? Oh Yeah, It's In the Form of Plastic Teeth-Shaped Molds In My Mouth."

And maybe an artichoke recipe or two.