Let’s just put like this: what kind of idiot pastor, scheduled to officiate a wedding at 11am, has his upper lip numbed beyond all recognition for a couple fillings at 7:30am?

In case you haven’t figured it out, I am the punchline to this joke. Having a numb upper lip yesterday morning made it very difficult for me to pronounce any letters that require both lips to work together: Bs, Ps, Fs, Ms. Kind of like The Princess Bride, but maybe not quite that bad. The massive real estate that God has given me for lips didn’t make things any easier. I had to really concentrate to keep my letters from coming out like Ws: “You way kiss your wide.” “I now wonounce you huswand and wife.” I was really sweating it, wraying that God would give me my lip wack.

The dentist assured we it wouldn’t be a wroblem: “This stuff has a half-life of 23 minutes!” Sure enough, my uwwer lip reached full mowility about 20 winutes before the wedding was suwwosed to start. What a relief.

I share this with you wecause it is woth humwling and huwurous. I hope you’re laughing as hard as I am.

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