Logan finally got his braces off last week (his appointment was at 2:30, which I find hilarious… get it? Tooth-hurty? That’s the oldest dental joke in the book). He’s still stuck with a retainer, but the damned braces are GONE. Witness for yourself:
Sierra had a wisdom tooth pulled on Saturday. Her appointment was ALSO at 2:30, which is just plain ridiculous (sometimes comedy just sorta writes itself). She opted for the nitrous, so she was… well, not quite herself afterwards. As we waited at the pharmacy for her Vicodin prescription to be filled, she started reading The Cat in the Hat and for unknown reasons exploded into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. She was just fucking hilarious… that is, until we left the pharmacy and were met by a torrential downpour of rain and the sound of thunder, at which point she kinda… well, freaked out. She has a deathly fear of lightning and thunder, so this was probably the worst time it could’ve happened (traumatic oral surgery, mouth swollen, coming down from a nitrous high). Shit, it was bad. She calmed down once I got her home. A while later, she was stone cold kickin’ it with a Wendy’s Frosty under her comforter watching Bridezillas. So, a happy ending of sorts to the poor girl’s traumatic day.
Here she is (frame-captured from HD video) right after her appointment, in the devious clutches of the laughing gas, before things turned ugly:
That reminds me… I should probably schedule a cleaning for myself….
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