Thanks, Danny!

For the first time in what feels like years, I am wearing my retainer. My pearly whites are in great danger of returning to their pre-orthodontic state and I, along with my toothpaste commercial smile will have none of this.

So, in my mouth is my retainer, in its wiry, purple and Canadian-flagged glory. (In Grade 8, when I got my braces off, I had the choice of what colour retainer I wanted, and with which image imprinted on the plastic part, selected from Windows '98 Clipart. Appropriately, my selection was a nice shade of eggplant with a Canadian flag.)

I wish to take this opportunity to thank my dear friend Danny for reminding me that wearing your retainer is important and one must not give up on the lisp-inducing little thang.

DANNY: "You have such a great overbite for making silly faces, Jacq."

My you-hate-me-because-my-teeth-are-nicer-than-yours confidence has since been deflated.

Pony Tails Suck

So I went to Nuit Blanche this past Saturday, and opted for a Michelle Tanner-styled coif as I thought it would be 'cute.' As it turns out, they are repulsive and connote highschool more than studded canvas belts with seat-belt buckles.

I'm never wearing a high pony tail ever again. Even Miss Winter Muffin got more attention than me.