I'd think you're old enough and experienced enough to know what real love is, Estelle. And you're definitely in love with him because you say you are. How could you not be in love with him? I mean, you've been on a couple of dates a year apart, he's broken several other dates. If that isn't a recipe for love, I don't know what is.
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“Stupid Cupid”!? That’s a really old oldie, Wanders, and it’s perfect for Estelle. If it’s not yet on the Charterstone Jukebox, can it be added?
Mary doesn’t look sorry to hear Estelle’s report, she looks like she’s trying to stifle a guffaw. Estelle’s romantic travails are Mary’s bread and butter, err, muffins and butter.
Next she’ll be dating the mayor of Salad Town. I hear he leaves a lot to be desired.
Creepy Mary, "Stell, maybe you should try-out for the ladies team."
Ah, we seamlessly transition from two weeks of Green Steven feeling sorry for himself to at least a week of Estelle feeling sorry for herself. Moy's really extending her range.
While you've got your head in that jukebox, Wanders, could you also add "Poor Poor Pitiful Me" by Linda Ronstadt?
-- Scottie
So KM slipped in a few dates that were called off by Dr. Ed without our seeing them?! Really a missed opportunity. When Estelle was dating a string of losers before Arthu(e)r, we at least got a montage for our entertainment. I, for one, would like to see what Dr. Ed came up with to get out of these dates with Estelle. Emergency tracheostomy on a farm animal, maybe? Hearing test for a service dog? This story definitely needs to be spiced up somehow...
You're ... in love with him? Yes, it's all starting to make sense now ... Stell moved into Charterstone from the group home, where she was finally ready to be on her own. Her guardian almost had her committed again after Arther, but she was hoping intense counseling would salvage things. After Mary convinces her to go back to Wilbur ... well, let's just say Charterstone may have a vacancy soon. Two, if Libby kills Wilbur.
So, we're to believe that Animal Hospital is open seven days a week, 7:00 a.m. until 9:00 p.m. And that Dr. Uncle Ed has been putting in 14 hours days for at least the last month without so much as an afternoon off? Well, sure, I guess that makes about as much sense as anything else here.
HelenClark
Dr. Ed works more hours in a week than Toby,Ian, Iris, Wilbur, Dawn, Estelle and Mary. Combined!
I know they’re just her earrings, but it looks like Estelle is saying this and thought-ballooning it at the same time.
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