Today while waiting at the geneticists office two guys dressed as clowns came spelunking into the waiting room.  Lula and I were the only patients in the room but you would have thought they were playing to a full audience.

They were slightly hipster clowns, with pipe-cleaner mustaches attached to their red noses and pockets full of noisy beans, but they were hilarious.  Lula herself was in an outfit that Sam described as "Tundra gnome foraging for yak dung to make some Chai".  The clowns were clearly inspired and started to yodel and dance in giddy circles. 

Boho Chic

Bozo Chic

The nurse said, "I don't know who enjoys them more, the kids or the adults", but I am willing to bet they are really there for the grown-ups.  There is nothing better in a place so devoid of uncompromised joy than a dude wearing clown shoes.

Clowns always make me think of the famous "Chuckles the Clown" episode of the Mary Tyler Moore show, where Mary gets a helpless case of the giggles at Chuckle's funeral (he was trampled to death by an elephant while dressed as a peanut).   As we have been on the subject of mantras of late, Chuckles words to live by seem all the more appropriate:

"A little song. A little dance. A little seltzer down your pants".