So, the actual digging out of the infected tooth with a rusty spoon won’t happen until March 5 (soonest they could book it). The good news is that it stopped hurting right after I went to the dentist. Of course, that means I have to fight my natural urge to say “It’s fine now.” and skip the appointment. Fortunately, it’s booked for the middle of a planned vacation week for both Mrs. R and me, so she can poke me with a stick and make sure I go (and drive my drugged-up butt home afterward).
As I said in Dave’s comments, so what?? Does the fact that he didn’t actually bake a cake for Princess Diana or cook apple fritters for the President mean his show isn’t entertaining anymore? I say give him a sharp reprimand for lying to get the job, then check the ratings and leave him alone (assuming the ratings are good…I dunno for sure).