In which I am officially no longer a metal mouth (it only took 25 years!)
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So I’m sitting at my computer last night when my tongue informed me that there was something wrong with my mouth.
Normally my tongue doesn’t inform me about stuff like that. I mean – it’s a tongue, it sort of just rests there on the bottom of my mouth. But I was idly playing with my website, trying to figure out how to make it prettier, when I realized that my 25-year-old fixed retainer had reconfigured itself into a twangy instrument that my tongue was attempting to play.