Relief?

So. Tonight Grampa said we're both going to get our teeth ripped out within the month.

By the way, after that guy's comments to me yesterday, I no longer care who knows I wear a 'grill'. If you care, then you probably shouldn't be in my life in the first place.

I wear fake teeth. Get over it, because I'm awesome.

*raspberries yo face*

So yeah. I'm kinda lost as to what I'm gonna do about work, because I obviously have no vacation time at this point. The only thing I can think of that will actually play out is to put in my two weeks, get my teeth pulled, recover for two more weeks, go get my dentures, then get hired back on. I'm gonna have to talk to Kris about this tomorrow. Not that we have any date set yet, I just need to figure out my options.

This is exactly what I want for Pantsmas. Really. I want nothing more in the world. In addition to crying in agony with a swollen empty face, I'll be crying out of pure fucking joy and relief.

UGH. I can't wait.