I can't feel my lib

Army of Dad went to the dentist today. He hates the dentist, by the way. He got five cavities filled. He called me on the way home to see if I wanted him to get the boys from school.

I asked him if had laughing gas because he sounds drunk.

Hey fub you! I feel like I had a stroke on da lef dibe of my face. My mouf won't move. Dat is why I'm slurring my speech.

It actually hurt my stomach to laugh so much listening to him. He is usually so calm, cool and collected.

He was regaling me with tales of the dental visit from the slobber dribbling off his bottom lip and dangling because he couldn't make the right shape with his mouth to spit. The dentist telling him to bite down and he said he was thinking, I'd love to, but I can't feel a thing.

There was more, but I was laughing so hard, I couldn't type. Hurt my tummy to laugh so much.

All that keeps running through my mind is the Bill Cosby dentist skit.