When I was a kid

I was blessed in the fact I never had to have braces, which meant I never had to sleep with an inordinate amount of metal and leather straps on my face.

That kind of medieval torture was spared me until my 41st year, when I was diagnosed with apnea and prescribed the "solution"...

On the plus side, I got 5 hours of good sleep last night (gonna take some time to get used to it) -- On the negative side it doesn't really enhance my romantic bedside image. I mean, does this really scream "Come and get it?"