I have just recently undergone the procedures of getting enough metal to receive radio signals inserted/attached/wrapped aroung my teeth(for anyone still wondering its braces) The lovely thing thing about them is that they have torn my mouth and toungue all to hell, my teeth hurt so much that I have consumed an entire bottle of Tylenol(500 caplets of 500mg) in the past month; just to end up with a 'Julia Roberts smile.' And here's the kicker at one point my wife, the woman who is supposed to love me no matter how I look, act etc.(think 'for better or for worse'), told me this brief statement: 'At least you'll be more attractive' TO WHO? MY SECOND WIFE? MY GIRLFRIEND? MY ORTHIDONTIST? THE POTS AND PANS I USE AT WORK? Because I know she didn't mean to her since I obviously looked good enough to sleep with and marry. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip, or perhaps I was/am a consolation prize.