Of Teeth and Tomatoes

I survived my first weekend with Invisalign.  I feel like a freak.  The "invisible buttons" they put on my teeth look and feel as big as braces to me.  And also, no one can understand me when I talk, so that's pretty cool.

But there's no going back now.  This is my life for the next year.  Repeating myself constantly and trying to hide the giant plastic Lego-sized brackets on my teeth.

Overall, they're not so bad, though.  I can take them out to eat and sing (thank goodness, since I have a performance coming up).  And since they are such a pain to take in and out, I don't eat unless I absolutely need to.

Best diet ever.

And I will say that most everyone who has come in contact with me has been kind enough to pretend not to notice the lisp and the spitting and the glare coming off my plastic grill.  I have good friends.

In other news, I planted a tomato plant today, with the help of my good friend Anne and her three beautiful children, who delighted in having their hands in the dirt almost as much as I did.  

I've never planted anything before in my entire life. 

And yet somehow, on Day 2 of Orthodontiapalooza (which is what I've decided to call the festival of shame that is the straightening of my teeth), I found myself at Home Depot buying bare root nectarine and peach trees and tomato plants and a gardenia, along with mulch and soil and pots, as if I had a clue what to do with any of those things.   Thankfully, the aforementioned Anne was there to guide me and keep me from fainting from all the excitement (although that might have been low blood sugar, since I didn't eat lunch because I couldn't get the stupid trays out of my mouth).

But I took the first steps toward having a garden.  Invisalign aside, I feel pretty grown up right about now.

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