Kari's Trip to the Dentist

I was prompted to write this entry after sharing this story. So here is my entry. I will call it "Kari's Trip to the Dentist."

I am 23 years old. I am pretty fun, I love to laugh, I don't like to be touched, and I have a huge crush on Bruce Willis. Don't worry--I'm not writing a personal add. If I was, I wouldn't intimidate future hopefuls with the fact that they will never (ever, in a million years) be as handsome, hilarious, witty, and balding as my man Bruce. It's okay, it happens. This is why it's not a personal ad.
So anyway, that little personal information about myself leads up to this fact: I am not ticklish. I pretty much have never been. In fact--most of the time, if people try to tickle me I end up with bruises because for some reason there is this idea that if I don't laugh they the perpetrator is obviously not squeezing or pressing hard enough. [FYI: that is a total rumor. If you ever find your tickling skills brought into question, don't press harder. That in fact is probably the exact reason you are a horrible tickler: you are hurting instead of tickling] So anyway, I am not ticklish. Not on my feet, not on my back, my "love handles" (as I so UNaffectionately call them), my legs or my neck. Not in my armpits, not on my belly. I'm just not ticklish.
Except. . .
on my lips.
What!? Your lips? How is that possible? What do you mean?
I mean that I can not hum for prolonged periods of time.
I can not play any sort of reeded or blowy instrument.
I can't do that amazing elephant sound with my lips.
I can't play kazoos
because my lips tickle way too badly I can't bear it.

So that being said, I went to the densist today. I LOVE going to the densist--oral hygine is pretty much my favorite type of cleanliness. I will probably judge you based on the cleanliness of your mouth, in fact--so watch that. Okay, I haven't actually done that to anyone before, but there's always the chance.
Anyway, so the dentist went well. I got my teeth brushed and cleaned, and then out came the floss. The hygenist was threading the floss through my braces, and it was brushing up against my lip and I sat calmly in the chair.
Each pass of the floss over my lip, the tickle is welling up inside of me and my eyes start to water. I grab the arms of the chair, keep my mouth open, and she continues to floss. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take a break. My lips were so out of control with tingley ticklishness I could not stand it. I told her I needed a second to collect myself.
I wiggled my nose, and turned my lips in so I could use my braces to scratch them. It was a little embarassing. But once I calmed down, I assumed the position and she continued flossing.
For someone who loves to laugh as much as I do, the unbearable feeling of my lips being tickled is something that is not funny to me. Unless it causes awkwardness, and an ability for me to share it with others.
I hope my humiliation and uncomfortableness was able to bring a smile to your normal and UNticklish lips. :)

Happy flossing!