What do dentists have to do with forensic science?

I’ve mentioned here before that when I grow up I wanna be a forensic scientist. Fingers crossed they take me. Well, my family thinks it’s completely wrong for me because…wait for this, ok?…I am afraid of dentists. How in heaven are those two even remotely related? What does the fact that the thought of a guy poking and drilling in my mouth makes me hyperventilate have to do with my ability and willingness to be around dead people? Am I the only one missing the connection here? (I’ll completely skip over the fact that the only clue they have about what forensic scientists do comes from CSI. Only my bro has a slightly more reasonable idea. Dad has no clue what that is but smiles and nods and tells me not to marry a Brit.) And while I’m on the subject: nope, my decision to do this has absolutely nothing to do with CSI so stop bugging me with that question, will you? Yeah, yeah, I never heard that one before! Oh my, you’re so smart and clever! Jeebus, every time someone asks me about my university choices and I tell them they feel like it’s their obligation to make a CSI comment. Trust me, it got old long time ago. Although the funniest comment I got on the subject was years ago, when I was thinking of going into forensic psychology and my cousin(and he’s one of the bright ones in the family, god help me) asked me if I had visions(remember Profiler?).

Yeah, it’s make fun of Addie in my house. Complete with baby stories because maybe my future sister-in-law hasn’t heard them all. Get out bro’s baby pictures, will you? After all, she’s marrying him, not me. And when we’re not making fun of me(seriously guys, stop!) it’s wedding planning time. If I make it through this weekend without killing them all or getting wasted it will be a miracle.

England is not far enough. How much for a house on Mars?