In the blink of an eye, Ed has gone from handsome, considerate, and kind to a real buzzkill. Estelle might start reconsidering Wilbur’s endearing quirks.
“My NEPHEW Steven - he’s NOT my son! - is working with me now.” Seems like Santa Royale’s veterinary ordinances are loosey-gooosey. Remember, Ed, it’s not easy being green.
I don't know, Ed, but you might want to consider ordering another entree. I think the donkey from Inisherin ordered that same dish and it didn't end so well for her.
The seating arrangements make perfect sense once you know Dr. Ed (not Mister Ed; that’s one of his patients) and Estelle are part of a panel presentation: “Worst Dates: Tales From the Frontlines”
Yes, Ed seems to be suddenly embracing his inner hayseed, but Estelle is obviously planning to rock his world this evening right after he finishes his plate of entrails and major arteries. And even the smoke in the candle chimney is giving her plan a thumbs up. Methinks Steven will eventually be paired up with Saul's niece or granddaughter or whatever she was: the one whose gram liked colors.
Forget his worries, Estelle? This is the Worthiverse, where medical personnel of any type relish fretting endlessly, especially about working too hard (Dr. Jeff worrying about Drew) or show remarkably bad judgment around boundaries with patients and staff (Jared, Dr. Ned). And let's not forget Dr. Kaput, whose behavior bordered on criminal. Estelle needs to dust off her empathetic nod and sympathetic expression if she wants to stay in this relationship.
Just what I'm looking for in the veterinarian who's caring for my beloved pets - young and green. Whats' with the plate of Snauseges ? Is the Pomeranian under Ed's coat ?
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Dang what happened to the vet. Didn't he used to be somewhat good looking? (by comic standards)
ReplyDeleteIn the blink of an eye, Ed has gone from handsome, considerate, and kind to a real buzzkill. Estelle might start reconsidering Wilbur’s endearing quirks.
ReplyDelete“My NEPHEW Steven - he’s NOT my son! - is working with me now.” Seems like Santa Royale’s veterinary ordinances are loosey-gooosey. Remember, Ed, it’s not easy being green.
I don't know, Ed, but you might want to consider ordering another entree. I think the donkey from Inisherin ordered that same dish and it didn't end so well for her.
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The seating arrangements make perfect sense once you know Dr. Ed (not Mister Ed; that’s one of his patients) and Estelle are part of a panel presentation: “Worst Dates: Tales From the Frontlines”
ReplyDeleteOh, Ed. Tonight of all nights, why did you have to order the Pomeranian chitterlings?
ReplyDeleteYes, Ed seems to be suddenly embracing his inner hayseed, but Estelle is obviously planning to rock his world this evening right after he finishes his plate of entrails and major arteries. And even the smoke in the candle chimney is giving her plan a thumbs up. Methinks Steven will eventually be paired up with Saul's niece or granddaughter or whatever she was: the one whose gram liked colors.
ReplyDeleteForget his worries, Estelle? This is the Worthiverse, where medical personnel of any type relish fretting endlessly, especially about working too hard (Dr. Jeff worrying about Drew) or show remarkably bad judgment around boundaries with patients and staff (Jared, Dr. Ned). And let's not forget Dr. Kaput, whose behavior bordered on criminal. Estelle needs to dust off her empathetic nod and sympathetic expression if she wants to stay in this relationship.
ReplyDeleteIs that pigs in a blanket they ordered and who sits at a round table for two people.
ReplyDeleteHave they already driven off the people who were behind them yesterday, or were those just painted on the wall?
ReplyDeleteJust what I'm looking for in the veterinarian who's caring for my beloved pets - young and green. Whats' with the plate of Snauseges ? Is the Pomeranian under Ed's coat ?
ReplyDeleteHis nephew Steven? Uh-oh, is a Dawn story coming up...?
ReplyDeleteUh-oh? I’m banking on a Dr. Steven/Dr. Drew story. Twenty First Century- welcome to Santa Royale!
ReplyDeletemeg - dream on.
ReplyDeleteI think the waiter brought Ed a plate of cigarette butts.
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