After literally three years of putting it off (the petulant whining was interspersed with stubborn protestations that, as an poor uninsured writer who works all manner of jobs to support her new career, I simply couldn’t afford it!), my teeth would be ignored no longer, and I went to the dentist this week.  I visited Dr. Andrea Mulas and was pleasantly surprised by the experience.  Not only is the office pretty and sweet-smelling–hey, aesthetics count when you’re freaking out!–but hand and foot-massages are available during treatments.  As the dental hygienist poked and scraped and polished, a masseuse blissed out my feet, making me feel unusually happy–and, bonus, no cavities!  Despite the good doctor’s recommendation, however, I’m holding off on bleaching and straightening…even though nothing would currently satisfy me more than finally getting than Invisalign.  (The price tag, however?  Not so much.)  Valuable lesson, my lazy lovelies: always wear your retainers!