I found out last night that I need a retainer. The orthodontist said I have Ms. Witty's teeth. I think Big Pain isn't so keen on the idea. It only looks like he has bad teeth. This might mean I'll get braces before him. Yay me!*clapping a lot.* I'm kind of excited! I'm going to get it in two weeks. It will be sparkly pink, and sparkly silver. They had to make a mold, and I had a nasty tasting flavor: fruit punch. I gagged, I coughed, I spit. Because... It was nasty. I never want to do that again. Ever. Notice the emphasis on "EVER."