Thanksgiving is coming up rather soon. Coinciding with this yearly celebration of football, gorging and raping the homeland of American Indians, I will be getting braces. Yes indeed. Forgot if I mentioned, but I already had 4 teeth pulled (my bite lines up decently, so they made space by pulling one molar from each side, top and bottom). The top row of these metallic wonders is being put on the Monday before Turkey Day. So, judging by the horror stories that everyone has told me, I will be in absolute agony while everyone else is eating, I will be hurting.
I think I found the solution though. I’ve laughed at it every other year… but I think I see the purpose. You see, toothless people and idiots who schedule orthodontic work around the holidays need to enjoy the bounties of stuffing and poultry. It’s unfair that the able-mouthed get to feast while the rest of us suffer. So I think this year, my savior will be the Jones Soda Co.
I’ll report back on how the day goes. I’m sure it’s going to be great!