Ch-ch-ch-changes
Thursday night I get my hair cut. It's hanging down to the belt line. It gets cut at the hair tie so the ponytail can be donated to Locks Of Love. I still don't know how short I'm gonna have it cut. I'd like to donate regularly, but there's that period where it hangs in my eyes that drives me nuts.
I made an appointment with an orthodontist later this month to look into getting my teeth straightened. They're in good shape, but they've been crooked since my wisdom teeth came in. (Those never gave me trouble. They came in painlessly, and also too late for my dad's insurance to cover removal.) I'm excited at the prospect of having straight teeth. I've been putting it off too long.
I made an appointment with an orthodontist later this month to look into getting my teeth straightened. They're in good shape, but they've been crooked since my wisdom teeth came in. (Those never gave me trouble. They came in painlessly, and also too late for my dad's insurance to cover removal.) I'm excited at the prospect of having straight teeth. I've been putting it off too long.