This morning, in addition to the good news that he's pushing my xrays to 3 year intervals, I found out that I actually share a hygenist with my dad. This is hilarious because she's a wonderful and talkative person, so she gets to hear about both of our versions of the family. She, along with the rest of the free world, loves my dad. He's always got a smile for everyone and tells stories wonderfully. He's the best storyteller I've ever met, even making his time in the mine sound interesting. It seems that he's been bragging about the workbench we just finished and telling people his plans of making a trip around the country on his motorcycle with his brothers.
So now, it seems that I owe pictures of the workbench to my dentist. That's one of the weirdest sounding things I've ever typed.