Entertainment

So... there I was, sitting in my dentist's comfortably-appointed waiting room about ten minutes before my allotted time with the Lovely Victoria, Queen of Dental Hygienists, exchanging small talk about the weather with Jana, Queen of Dental Appointments, you know... bursting pipes, wind-chills direct from the upper reaches of the North Pole... stuff like that.  Whereupon the Lovely Victoria strides right up to me and sez "What are you doing here, Buck?  Your appointment is tomorrow!"  (That's the Readers Digest version, she was much kinder than that.)

Well.

We made a lame joke about needing to spend the briefest of times with our favorite ladies on Valentine's Day and beat a hasty retreat, noticing the badly-hidden smirks on the faces of those occupying the waiting room.  But NOT the staff, of course, for they are FAR too kind to participate in the needless embarrassment of their favorite semi-senile Old Guy.

Oh, well.  At least we got out for a bit yesterday and it wasn't to Wally-World.

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We returned home to El Casa Móvil De Pennington, mucked about with the water and stuff for a while, and then adjourned to the verandah for an extremely satisfying outdoor Happy Hour.  We had been reading the Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. 1 but found all the academic notes and references prior to the actual S. Clemens bits way too damned enlightening for our tastes.  We're much more into entertainment than enlightenment these days so we put the Autobiography on the virtual shelf for later slogging and hied our self off to Amazon where we bought Tom Clancy's latest.  And we ARE entertained now.  It's good to see Mr. Clancy back on form; I thought he'd run his string out with the last thing abomination he put out.

There will be more al fresco entertainment this afternoon.  After I get back from the dentist's, of course.