Musings at Altitude

My 14 year old has an appointment with the orthodontist tomorrow.  She has braces on the top teeth, and she’ll soon have braces on the bottom teeth as well.  Since my wife is out of town (still visiting the granddaughter), I get to haul my daughter to her appointments.  So tomorrow it’s the orthodontist.

As I was grilling her on the routine – where is it, what time, how much cash do I need – she was explaining to me how much she hates the orthodontist.  At one point, she talked about the upcoming braces on the bottom teeth and how her doctor said that if the braces don’t work they’d have to do surgery on her jaw.  To that she said, “I don’t know why I’d need surgery…I’m still talking aren’t I?”

It’s hard to argue with that kind of logic!

PS.  I was on a conference call for 10 hours today.  It ended at 8:30 this evening when my battery died on my cell phone.  By the time it died, I’d left work, driven home, took the dog out, picked up my 14 year old, driven to Texas Roadhouse for dinner, and ignored my 14 year old for about an hour while I sat with the phone at my ear.  As a way of apologizing, I bought two tickets behind the penalty box for the Avalanche versus Dallas Stars on Thursday night.  It doesn’t make up for me not talking to her tonight, but it sure is cool to see the smile now that she knows she’s going to another game this week.  I wish saying “I’m sorry” was always this easy!  Ok…maybe not…I kinda wish I didn’t have to say “I’m sorry”.