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Wanna hear a funny story? I've already told this story many a time, but I think it's funny enough to tell again. Only this time, on the internet for anyone who checks this blog or accidently ends up on it.

So last week I went to my Dad's office to get my teeth cleaned. Long story short, I had 2 "almost cavities" and a crack in one of my very back teeth. {There are numbers and correct terminology for all of these things, but I'm gonna water it down for you regular people} ((plus, I don't know the numbers or the correct terminology)) My dad told me that he could either fix these things right then and there, or I would have to come at 8:30 the next morning. When I told him that, because I was not mentally or emotionally prepared to have an anesthetic shot {I'm a real baby about these things}, I would opt to come the next morning at 8:30, ((provided that I was given laughing gas to calm my nerves, and quite frankly make the whole thing enjoyable)). {Mind you (side note), the only time I have woken up before 10 am this entire break was for church}.

When my Dad heard this, he proceeded to pick me up to get me in a chair. At this, my first reaction was to go completely limp. My limbs much like noodles; dead weight in Daddy's arms. Tiring him out was the only way to get out of this premature dental procedure. We were laughing, sure, but my dad was dragging me on the floor of his office and I was grabbing onto anything I could to slow him down.

(Deep breath)...............so the next morning at 8:30. (haha...I win!) he got me all situated, strapped the gas mask on, and go to work. I, immediately, began taking big breaths of that happy gas so that I could ensure my....happiness. It hit me pretty quick. A few minutes into the procedure, I started feeling a little funny, so I lifted my arm (that felt like it weighed 100 lbs.) and motioned to turn the gas down just a little. He did, gave me a few puffs of oxygen to clear my head, and got back to work. I was good.

A few minutes later I brought my hand up and started this motion that I might compare to having to sneeze. Shortly after, my reflexes got the best of me, and I turned to my right.  ......and I threw up.



On my Dad.


Ok so I had a screen on my mouth that looked like this (sorry, I don't know what it's called, so it's not that great of a picture)

So thankfully (for my Dad's sake, at least) this contraption prevented ALL of it from ending up on my dad.  But yes, you guessed it...unfortunately for me...not that I necessarily realized. 

My Dad has been a dentist for longer than I have been alive. So you can imagine how accomplished I felt when he told me that in all his years, he has never been thrown up on. Uhhh.....so that's cool because there's a first time for everything...?? Anywho, during this whole process, I was still very much under the influence of laughing gas. Cleaning myself off was hilarious for my mom because after just staring at myself in the mirror for a while, I turned on the faucet and completely submerged my head in water, and kept asking her what was in my hair.

While still high as a kite, I asked my Dad to take a picture of me in the dental chair. You should know a few things- 1) I came to the office wearing a different shirt than the one I'm wearing in the picture. 2) My hair is drenched and in some sort of ponytail that looks like I blindfolded my dad and asked him to put my hair up. And 3) The left side of my face is numb, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm smiling normally in this picture.

I would suggest clicking it to view larger. You won't regret it. 

My Dad changed into these pants...he's had them in his office for about ten years, he guessed. The only way they are staying up is with that good ol' belt.

They must have shrunk

So, that's funny right? Haha I laugh at that picture of me smiling like a fool every time. Right after it happened, I asked my Dad if he minded if I blogged about it. Surprised? Well, you shouldn't be. My priorities are straight even when I'm drugged. I have to add on a more serious note though, that my dad was the epitome of grace and unconditional love that day. The man didn't even say my name in a stern manner! Dad I know you're one of my most loyal blog fans (and fans in general) so since I know you'll read this, here's a big, public, scream-it-at-the-top-of-my-lungs "I LOVE YOU"!

I'll leave you with one more picture of me and my dad on a dental mission trip in Mexico. He goes every year, and I got to go with him once in 8th grade! He had a picture made into a painting that now hangs in my dad's office...............check. me. outttt.

The paint adds 10 pounds, right? Ha wrong! Dad looks great though. 

It seems, I've really thrown myself under the bus in this posting. But I'll do anything for a laugh. If you don't think this is funny, and maybe think that what I have really done a better job of is embarrassing myself- I don't want to know. School starts tomorrow and I have mixed feelings. But starting new is always refreshing, so bring it on Spring of 2011! Here's to new beginnings, and dad's who love you too much to be mad about a little bit of his daughter's barf landing on him :)

Nothin but love,
Bethany