If you missed yesterday's post, where were you? That thing was up for hours! I really think you ought to be more dedicated than that.
The short version is that we ran into the Hotty Pediatrician and his Totally Adorable Wife at lunch on Saturday, and while I did offer a friendly smile when we made eye contact I did not, for various reasons, stop to say hello. I then proceeded to get incredibly embarrassed thinking I had made some terrible social faux pas and would have to leave the state as quickly as possible.
However, because you are wonderful people, you quickly convinced me that I had not in fact done anything all that embarrassing and also gave me the perfect excuse for my behavior, which totally would have been the real excuse for my behavior if I had thought of it ahead of time, so see really I am totally polite and mature, just not very smart.
Anyway! Entirely coincidentally (hand to God, don't even start with me on this one) I had to take Mia to the pediatrician this morning. She went to bed last night as a perfectly normal, if cranky and congested, toddler and woke up this morning as one large, red, angry-looking, incredibly itchy rash. And you know what, I wasn't even nervous. That is how much you people helped me yesterday. Tongue kisses for everybody! Except then I had to take the entry down because I was embarrassed that I had ever been so embarrassed about it, and that second round of embarrassment is really your fault, so maybe only half-tongue kisses.
So, we were most of the way through the appointment and going with the just don't mention it approach when the Hotty Pediatrician said to Mia, "You know, I ran into your mommy at [restaurant] on Saturday." And then...
Well, I don't know exactly what happened then because all I could hear was a voice in my head screaming "This is it! It's GO TIME! Move fast! The future of the universe hangs in the balance!" Or something like that, maybe toned down a bit. I think next he said how much he liked [restaurant] and I said oh really because we hadn't been that impressed and he said oh yeah he really likes whatever and I said oh we had this other thing and I disliked this about it and he said well it must depend what you get and I said oh certainly. And then he told me how he grew up near the original [restaurant]. Or maybe that was earlier, it wasn't all that interesting of a conversation.
And then I said yeah, we weren't sure what the etiquette was there, you probably can't go to lunch without getting swarmed by the parents of your patients (which is what you guys suggested, which is probably true, so good call).
And then he sort of smiled and said "I know how to say hello." Which y'all, was that a burn on me? I mean, it wasn't like "IIIIIIIIIIII know how to say hello" with all sorts of meaningful inflection on the "I" bit, and wasn't rude at all, but still, maybe just a little burn? Probably not I think, but if so I can live with it.
So that's that, the end. I don't have to leave the state and I don't have to go searching for an Unattractive Pediatrician (which is a good thing for all of us, because then what would we talk about?) I think, though, that I have devoted entirely too much mental energy to the Hotty Pediatrician this week, so we are all going to put him totally out of our heads for a while. I mean, after we finish analyzing whether that was a little burn on Beth or not. Oh, and also after I call him this afternoon, but I swear on the ashes of my dead cats (which are no more than five feet away from me as I type this, so I can do that) that I am calling for an entirely legitimate medical reason in the best interests of my poor, itchy, rashy baby.
Oh, and I have to go to the bank tomorrow, which we all know is Casual Friday, which we all know means Hotty McBankTellersons in short sleeves, so that will distract us nicely from the entire Hotty Pediatrician debacle.