One of the night's highlights was seeing Vanda turn into a "green-eyed monster" (Julie's apt diction) upon the mention of one of Tom's old flames - some voluptuous minx named Helen.
Who brought up this subject?
Of course UJ, the potstirrer incarnate.
Vanda retold a story of how Helen, years back, seeing Tom a bit on the non-thin side, commented to Vanda (or was she Wanda then?),
"...you must be a good cook."
For some inexplicable reason Vanda took serious umbrage at that remark. She wasn't offended by someone calling her faithful husband "chunky". She was miffed by the compliment to her cooking.
DrMark celebrated his fortieth birthday. Instead of complaining about the urban clientele of his old ER, now he whines incessantly about Brookline aristocrats who demand plastic surgery for two stitch lacerations.
Can you believe he recently screamed at one such woman,
"Plastic surgery!!!! You are nuts. You are 74 years old and your peers are all blind."
Hey TimL. Notice the unregulated parmesan cheese?
And the host-provided beer?
Thanks Anne and Wayne. That was some good spaghetti and meatballs. Even my hard-to-please Italian wife was impressed.
1 comment:
Dan,
You must be protecting the guilty. I have pictures of John busy unrolling the whole roll of toilet paper. He did wash his hands in the toilet bowl but since he had flushed it at least ten times it probably wasn't a health risk. We also had the first interstate internet medical consult from here. DrT, DrM, Julie, C.S. and Anne R.N. all looked at Brendad's boo-boo and declared an ER visit was not in order.
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