I have discovered that, all to often, there is an positive correlation between the discomfort and embarrassment of an activity and its resultant beautifying properties.
Nothing, I think, proves this better than the tooth whitening strip. The Boy barely even attempts to hide his amusement as I walk around the house, *shlorking* up extraneous saliva and breathing through my mouth, pausing occasionally to spit into a sink.
Sadly, because of my disordered manner of swallowing, if I close my mouth I push the strips off my teeth. I don't know of a solution other than this one. These fuckers had better work, is all I'm sayin'.
Miscellany
- Kate
- Working to prevent the Idiot Train from derailing and killing everyone in Moron Village.
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