Back at work

He's learning!

tonight's good gorl who keeps reaching out for my fingers to hold. it's been a few nights since we snuggled and she's letting me know

awww... lovey Clove

This year's cat page-a-day calendar goes hard.

fluffy babies!!

I'm watching an old California PBS show (don't ask) about a Tuba Christmas... convention? concert thing, and they were talking to this kid who'd been a trumpet player until he got braces when he switched to tuba (the mouthpieces are bigger, so they do better with braces), and AS a former trumpet player who had braces while playing,

COWARD.

Play with braces.

Slice your lips up.

Live with your scars making you bite your cheeks ALL THE DAMN TIME.

Bleed out your spit valve.

hfhvuf oh dear

ahem... apologies. I have some trauma from band teachers yelling, "Just use more wax!!" when I needed a break, and from orthodontists telling me I was ruining their work.

omg.

when i say bleed out your spit valve, i mean it. i emptied blood straight out during more than one concert.

KIT

WHAT??? The wax just pressed straight into the brackets while you played, and there's no TIME during a concert to put more on between songs. So you just play. And you press that brass into the metal with your lips between and you're done.

I still have thick bars of scars on the sides of my cheeks from the wires and can still feel the scars on the inside of my front lips, too.

DDDD:

wouldn't settle until I grabbed her and snuggled her into my neck

She loves you so!! much!!

The website we review applications on is down, and I just keep watching emails from applicants come in :| I can do nothing to answer your "what can i do to improve" questions friends I'm sorry.