Just in case you should run into me in public, or I decide to start stalking you in your everyday affairs, this is my new smile currently.
After I do a retainer reset tonight, I have five weeks left. And might I add without sounding like I’m pitching Byte to y’all, this shit has been the literal easiest, least stressful medical self-care I’ve ever followed through with.
They have one hell of a product. And their marketing is fucking phenomenal. I’ve not been inside a dentist’s office one time to be fitted for my retainers. It’s all done by my phone with pictures.
Crazy. The shit they can do now.
So, yeah. There’s your update on me. I’ve been pretty much absorbed in work and getting a perfect smile. All fucking year long. I thought about taking a vacation, but really, where am I gonna go? I’ll tell you where. I’ll go sit somewhere else and plug in my laptop and work from there.
Y’all know me. You know that is the precise move I would make.
But in December. In December, I’m taking a week off. Not like, you know Christmas or anything, maybe like the tenth. 8th. 17th. Fuck, I don’t know. But I feel like that is a good goal. I’m aiming for some time off then.
Someone remind me I said that later on.
Had something pretty weird happen. I wasn’t going to talk about it here because sometimes my momma reads my column. At this point in my life, though, if you don’t know you run the risk of being a character, you shouldn’t even pick up the novel.
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