You know what I hate? I hate waking up early, getting all gussied up so I can look good for my boy, and then driving to school, so proud of myself for actually putting some kind of effort into my appearance, only to discover that he's not even there to witness my transformation. I even took the trouble to accessorize! I matched my socks. It was a truly epic day. Only he wasn't there to celebrate it. Just peachy.
But now at least I know someone Up There is out to get me. Forgive me, but I must interrogate said torturer at this time.
Are you happy now? Are you finally satisfied with my plight? 'Cause I don't think I can take much more of this. I'm nutty enough as it is.
Undoubtedly, it would all come down to a stupid orthodontist. Does it really take that long to stare at teeth? Really?