I like to whistle. . .I do it often. Whistle while you work. . I do that. . . wait, no I did that. Now I can't whistle! You see, I had this idea that maybe, after being on this awesome Earth for 34 years, I'd try to have straighter teeth. . . so that maybe I wouldn't bite my tongue or the sides of my mouth anymore. So today I got BRACES! Yup, feeling a little regretful right now due to the discomfort caused by alien metal brackets scratching at the insides of my mouth. Hey, better yet, yesterday I got one of my very adult front lower teeth PULLED out! All of this in the name of a more perfect smile. And tonight, while trying to call the dog inside, I attempted to whistle & I COULDN'T!!!! Aww MAN! Well, I guess I have to look at the bright side. . . I'll definately lose some weight not being able to eat much for the next few days. Eating is just not so enjoyable due to the fact that my teeth are quite sensitive & there is still a gaping hole in the front of my mouth. Oh, and the 15 to 20 minutes it takes me to clean food out of my beautiful brackets is just so lovely. I think I'll be using my juicer even more now. Why eat when you can drink? (OH, could that have so many other meanings!) I'm going to bed. I'm sure I'll wake up tomorrow wondering what I was thinking yet again. . . but with each passing day I'm sure it will improve. . . . right?