Why the Dentist and Star Wars doesn't work for productivity

I am a delicate flower. I'm the girl that goes camping and then spends most of the week trying to keep her fingernails clean because sticking dirty digits in your eye is not an acceptable lifestyle choice.  I'm not just talking about fingers here ladies. Keep dirty digits out of your eyes. 

I digress. So I'm the delicate flower who also has a nest of 6 pillows, a down comforter, memory foam pad, air mattress and down mattress pad to sleep on in her tent. All of this creates an uncomfortable place to change, but at least it's a decent sleep.   This spawned a conversation one night around the campfire with my Bestie Michelle that I needed to write a book on Camping for Delicate Flowers.  I think I'd had a few too many glasses of mead. It happens. You get around a campfire with booze and you suddenly become prolific.

So where was I? Oh yes. I had to get some extensive Dentistry done over the weekend and because I'm such a huge wuss, my amazing Dentist said - "Nicole, why don't we try Nitrous Oxide for you? It will help take the edge off."  In case you didn't know, the other known name for this is Laughing Gas.  I being the adventurous type and totally afraid of pain said "Hell yeah, let's do it."

The following is how it played out -

They put a pretty pink mask over my face with huge plastic tubes coming out each side and every breath I took sounded like the Dark Prince himself.  Schoooo  Schooooo Schooo..  I texted it to said Bestie and said - Nitrous Oxide mask makes me look like Darth Vader and her reply to me is exactly the reason she's my best friend.

She replied.. Luke... Luke...

I took a picture.  No, I'm not going to share it. It's not very flattering and her response was - Definitely should NOT be your Facebook photo

She was right. It's not going up there. After about 20 more minutes of giggling and feeling oh so dainty I texted - Hey, remind me to write that book on Camping for Delicate Flowers!  I don't remember why I said it or exactly what was going through my mind that is sounded like a profoundly good idea.

She got it and reminded me today why I wanted to do it.

So here is the moral of the story kids... laughing gas, star wars and the dentist don't mix when you're trying to come up with really great book ideas.