Guy Stuff at Guys Clubhouse

All my friends know that my teeth are.. lets say… not very good. You will have a hard time finding a picture of me actually smiling. In fact, I haven’t smiled in a picture for years and years. And I’m talking 20. Well, Friday is a really big day for me. Friday I’m heading to the hospital to get them fixed…uh….replaced. Just the uppers, apparently my Dentist thinks the lowers are worth saving. I prodded him to take them all, but he thinks he can get the lowers fixed up ok. Let me translate that. If he pulls them all, there’s no more money to be made. You know what I mean. Regardless, Friday is a big day! I’m dreaming of waking up and seeing all of you and actually smiling naturally. Not always trying to hide the disrepair. Not hiding my smile if I’m trying to close a photography job, or have a child ask me what’s wrong with my teeth. Jan says it was never embarrassing for her, but how could it not have been. She’s a sweety. Anyway, as long as I don’t wake up more retarded with the wrong size teeth and a woody in the recovery room, I’m going to be one happy guy!