"you've gotta live light enough to see the humor, and long enough to see some change"
Wednesday was the Vernal Equinox.
When we walked to the T after work that day, Katie said she had thought about trying to stand an egg on its end the previous night. She is for the win.
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Thursday was Return to the Comedy Dentist (TM Gillian).
Apparently he is fourteen, 'cause over the course of my visit he called me: "Sweenster1, girlfriend2, and pally-pal."
1 My last name is "Sweeny."
2 In that teenspeak way, nothing sketchy.
[This was particularly entertaining since the endodontist unfailingly called me, "Miss Sweeny." Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention that he said she'd been in touch with him throughout the process, and was apparently very impressed by my maturity throughout and my willingness to continue to go through with it. My immediate reaction to this was to feel like, "Well once we started I was kind of committed," but then I remembered how tempted I'd felt to just not go back for the second two-hour appointment, so yeah, good on me. /edit]
He was giving me a general explanation of what the procedure would entail and at one point I said, "So I should just lie back and think of England?"
He didn't know what I was talking about (nor did his assistant, Eric B.).
"You know, Queen Victoria...." [Huh, wikipedia tells me it's generally credited to: "Alice, wife of the 2nd Baron Hillingdon."]
Yeah, they still weren't getting it and I was like, "You really don't want me to have to explain it to you."
After a minute the dentist said, "Oh, I think I know what you mean."
To which I replied, "You see why I didn't want to have to explain it to you."
"You're twisted," he said, in an almost-approving tone.
Hi, I am for the win.
At one point he noticed the gouge on the back of my hand. "I dropped something on my hand," I said.
"An iron?"
This was in fact correct, and he was terribly pleased with himself.
"Yes, when I write home about my dentist I'll be sure to mention that he correctly identified the item I dropped on my hand."
"I'm like Grissom from CSI," he said after I finished with the receptionist.
"Complete with social awkwardness?" I responded without missing a beat. "The obsessive tendencies reminiscent of a serial killer?" I added as he walked away.
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Rounding out the week of going for broke, today I: registered for Reunion, made an appointment to get my hair cut, and picked up my new glasses.
At work this morning, I forgot how we got to it, but MaryAlice mentioned Lawrence Welk (which name totally made me think of the line "a whelk's chance in a supernova" from one of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books -- "Life, the Universe and Everything," the Internet tells me) and other stuff from before our time, and Katie mentioned Bob Ross and Ranjan was doing an imitation and neither MaryAlice nor I knew of this guy, so of course I sat down at my computer (we were all congregated around my cube anyway) and wikipedia-ed. Then Ranjan suggested YouTube, which search was also successful.
Due to the nice weather, MaryAlice insisted it would be a "crime" to not go to the Square for lunch today. Eric's stipulation was that we stop at the slush place on the way back :) I got kiwi, which was yummy; MaryAlice blissed out on peach, and I had a sip and indeed it was yum.
On my way home today I passed a yard that had crocuses blooming. And there is snow predicted for Saturday night/Sunday morning. ♥
When we walked to the T after work that day, Katie said she had thought about trying to stand an egg on its end the previous night. She is for the win.
***
Thursday was Return to the Comedy Dentist (TM Gillian).
Apparently he is fourteen, 'cause over the course of my visit he called me: "Sweenster1, girlfriend2, and pally-pal."
1 My last name is "Sweeny."
2 In that teenspeak way, nothing sketchy.
[This was particularly entertaining since the endodontist unfailingly called me, "Miss Sweeny." Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention that he said she'd been in touch with him throughout the process, and was apparently very impressed by my maturity throughout and my willingness to continue to go through with it. My immediate reaction to this was to feel like, "Well once we started I was kind of committed," but then I remembered how tempted I'd felt to just not go back for the second two-hour appointment, so yeah, good on me. /edit]
He was giving me a general explanation of what the procedure would entail and at one point I said, "So I should just lie back and think of England?"
He didn't know what I was talking about (nor did his assistant, Eric B.).
"You know, Queen Victoria...." [Huh, wikipedia tells me it's generally credited to: "Alice, wife of the 2nd Baron Hillingdon."]
Yeah, they still weren't getting it and I was like, "You really don't want me to have to explain it to you."
After a minute the dentist said, "Oh, I think I know what you mean."
To which I replied, "You see why I didn't want to have to explain it to you."
"You're twisted," he said, in an almost-approving tone.
Hi, I am for the win.
At one point he noticed the gouge on the back of my hand. "I dropped something on my hand," I said.
"An iron?"
This was in fact correct, and he was terribly pleased with himself.
"Yes, when I write home about my dentist I'll be sure to mention that he correctly identified the item I dropped on my hand."
"I'm like Grissom from CSI," he said after I finished with the receptionist.
"Complete with social awkwardness?" I responded without missing a beat. "The obsessive tendencies reminiscent of a serial killer?" I added as he walked away.
***
Rounding out the week of going for broke, today I: registered for Reunion, made an appointment to get my hair cut, and picked up my new glasses.
At work this morning, I forgot how we got to it, but MaryAlice mentioned Lawrence Welk (which name totally made me think of the line "a whelk's chance in a supernova" from one of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books -- "Life, the Universe and Everything," the Internet tells me) and other stuff from before our time, and Katie mentioned Bob Ross and Ranjan was doing an imitation and neither MaryAlice nor I knew of this guy, so of course I sat down at my computer (we were all congregated around my cube anyway) and wikipedia-ed. Then Ranjan suggested YouTube, which search was also successful.
Due to the nice weather, MaryAlice insisted it would be a "crime" to not go to the Square for lunch today. Eric's stipulation was that we stop at the slush place on the way back :) I got kiwi, which was yummy; MaryAlice blissed out on peach, and I had a sip and indeed it was yum.
On my way home today I passed a yard that had crocuses blooming. And there is snow predicted for Saturday night/Sunday morning. ♥