two years, two and a half months.
and this evening they were yanked, cut and tugged out of my mouth.
i couldn't stop grinning.
now...i'm missing them.
the braces made me look odd.
and i miss that.
and now i'm worried when i wake up in the morning, boing, my teeth will all be out and crooked again.
really, doing campaigns for stress pills is clearly working wonders for me.