Still Ouch. Afterwards: Way Less Ouch

It's time for this jaw-ear ache to go away. I guess we all know what that means. The Great PD and BB are already back in Brooklyn. No more excuses. Sigh.

LATER

So Plottie went to the Doctor. Both his ears were jammed up -- and he was worried about his aching jaw -- maybe that contributed to last night's less-than-kindly review of the new play at ACT.

Who has a tree? Plotnik wants to carve 'Plottie Loves Sarah' on that tree. She's the nurse's aide who cleared out Plot's ears. What a relief!

See, they won't let you use q-tips in your ear anymore, which works, but possibly damages your ear drum. Instead you're supposed to use this ghetto ear drop garbage you buy at Walgreen's which just makes everything worse. Delightful Sarah pulled out the fire hose and cleared those suckers in fifteen seconds flat.

Doc says just come in every three months and do the same thing, forget Walgreen's. OK, you're on.