It’s been quite a week around the Warehouse. Back to school testing has had Donna buried under a mountain of work, Megan is back at her Physical Therapy degree doing a crammed 7 weeks of classroom instruction and research project before 28 weeks of practical internships in Lexington, KY and San Antonio and Austin and Bedford.
And I lost my mind this week. After dealing with headaches, chomping the inside of my cheek, grinding my teeth, having a double cross bite, and other problems, I took the jump and got full braces yesterday. Yes sports fans, for my 55th birthday, I had enough metal installed in my mouth to enhance the lousy 3G coverage of my ATT phone in Abilene. My mouth hurts, my teeth are sore (is that possible), and I talk with a heavy lisp — ain’t preaching going to be fun tomorrow. And when I eat … well, let’s just say you don’t want to sit across the table from me.
My precious daughter did share one compliment. “I think they make you look younger, dad!”
Ah, dads and daughters — it doesn’t get much sweeter than that. Although someone sarcastically suggested that going from 55 to 11 in one day was a bit much. Say cheese, use wax, take Tylenol, and listen to U2 while working on web stuff. Still got to say thanks to Dr. Turner, I just hope I live long enough to need me teeth when they are fixed!
Have a great Sunday, I’m going to do my best to do so myself! Until then, pass the chocolate ice cream!!