true life stories...peroxide and teeth babies and such

I get a lot of comments on my teeth.  Yes, my teeth.  About how white they are, mostly, although I also get comments on how straight they are.  {Really only the top ones are straight, the bottom ones struggle a little.}  So, I would like to take this opportunity to thank God and my parents for the straightness of my teeth.  {No braces here, woohoo!}  And I would like to thank good old peroxide for the whiteness of my teeth.  Yep, you know hydrogen peroxide, that comes in the brown bottle for like a dollar?  That's the stuff.


{Side note: I don't even like this pic of me, really, because my hair was super faded and in dire need of a cut and color.  AND because of the weird lighting I look like I had either been overly spray-tanned or rolled around in a bag of Cheetos -- neither of which happened!  But the pic shows off my teeth pretty good, so there ya go.}

A long time ago, I used to use Crest WhiteStrips, which worked, too, for sure.  But they cost way more than a dollar.  And if you know me at all, you know I am a cheap girl.  {Not like that.  Stop it.}  Then I read an email forward {you know, like your mom sends, with all the stuff that might or might not be true at all} about all the awesome stuff peroxide can do, and one of the things mentioned was teeth whitening.  And around the same time, I think my bff Jen told me she had started to use peroxide to whiten her teeth.  So I tried it.  And it works!  No worries, it even says on the bottle that it can be used as a mouthwash.


{It's my blog, so here's another, better pic of me, still showing off my teeth. ;)}

On top of using peroxide as a mouthwash, I am and always have been an obsessive tooth-brusher.  I like clean teeth.  In fact, I like clean teeth so much that I would probably never date a boy who had jacked up teeth.  Not like a little crooked or something, I mean dirty and gunky.  Ewww.  Yuck.  Can't do it, can't go there.  Shudder.

I notice when people have nice, clean teeth.  And I appreciate it.  I once liked a boy who had lovely teeth: nice and straight and white and clean, if they were just a little bit big.  I told my friend B that if I married said boy, my small teeth would balance out with his larger teeth, and we would have nice teeth babies.  Alas, I am quite certain that I will never be having teeth babies with that particular boy; but I might just refuse to settle for someone who is not a good tooth match for me.  Just sayin'.


{The term "teeth babies" is pretty creepy sounding to me, so here's a creepy pic of me dressed up sort of like Victoria from Twilight, about to bite B's neck.  Speaking of teeth.....}

So, now you know something about me that you {maybe} didn't know previously.  Tell me something about you in the comments, please.  Make it interesting.  And don't try to steal my awesome phrase "teeth babies".  It's a good one, I know.

~abi~