Duuuuuude!

I experienced nitrous for the first time yesterday. All is can say is that my heart not only belongs to Cafe' Rio's salmon taco's, but it now belongs to nitrous as well.

We decided it would be best for mine and Nate's safety if I had a little something to calm the nerves, since last time I was at the dentist I almost punched Nate in the face for giving me a shot. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I don't treat all dentists that way, only the one I sleep with.

So they hooked me up to the nitrous and 5 minutes later my feet started to tingle and I felt so chill and relax and the only word that kept coming to mind was, "Duuuuu-uuuu-uuuude". Nate asked me if it was working and the moment I went to reply uncontrollable laughter and obnoxious giggles came out. I tried to control myself, I did. But I was too weak, the laughter took control. I couldn't stop. Tears started streaming from my eyes and Nate's poor assistant- who was meeting for the first time- started cracking up too. I don't think I made a good first impression. Nate looks down at me like, "control yourself Ginnie". He quickly looks at the assistant and says, "Ummmm, I think we need to turn it down just a bit". In between bouts of loud laughter I tried to mutter out, "No, don't turn it down yet" but they couldn't hear me. The least they could have done was let me enjoy myself for a little bit longer. It's a shame.

You know, if I could carry a can of nitrous with me every where I go, life wouldn't be so bad. I could manage the chaos & crazy with joy & laughter. Every time Macie draws on the carpet with mascara I could just hook that bad boy up and it could make that mascara all disappear.