Oribe Friday, August 21. I die. I mean, really?!?! Talk about full circle. I'm going to be so freaking nervous.

I get the permanent veneers put on that day; the receptionist assures me my gums won't be irritated. As, Tomas is photographing—yay!—and so is Laura—yay! I'm getting the butterflies just thinking about this. Breathe. Lots of yoga this week. Like every fucking day!