There’s a joke in here but maybe I’m the only person who cared about it: Tuttle is always writing these novels and screenplays with punnish, derivative titles that–as far as we know–fail like all of my novels. Phydeaux’s stupid scatological game caught on, though.
The dentist I went to all my growing up years, who was also our orthodontist, had himself and a lady who was a receptionist. Now, when I go to the dentist, there’s 3-4 people at the front desk, 6 or 7 cubicles with a dental hygienist in each, and then seems like a dozen other people running thither and anon. And then, the dentist himself makes a 30 second appearance just at the end. The MD’s office is the same way.
My original idea for Pete’s misunderstanding may have been funnier, but I was afraid it would hurt someone’s feelings. (I don’t mind causing offense, but this was just making fun of someone’s name and that seemed needlessly hurtful. It’s a blurry line.)
Waffles with chocolate chips are my favorite. I tried adding M&Ms, but I think it would have worked better with the minis. I used to put pecans or walnuts in my waffle mix, but decided they maintain more of their crunch (and just as much of their flavor) if sprinkled atop after baking. You don’t really care, do you?
I secretly admire those people who are so good and so indispensable at their jobs that they can fall asleep in meetings without fear of reprisal.
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