Saturday in the car with my parents.

I've had a craptastic fortnight. Today I woke up at the hiney crack of dawn after only five hours of sleep, most of which were ridden by freakish dreams. My mother (Our Lady of the Lentils) discovered me staring at the laptop an inch or two down from dawn's butt dimple and decided I would be accompanying her and my father (Pretty Boy) to Brooklyn to run some errands. Then she offered to buy me a puppy.

On the way to the bank:
Pretty Boy and I sing rockin' duet of "Living Loving Maid". By word association, this leads us to a discussion of Iron Maiden. Our Lady of the Lentils also believes no one should have to hear Pretty Boy and Jill discuss heavy metal. She offers to get me a manicure.

On the way to Brooklyn:
Pretty Boy and I sing trippy duet of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band". As the radio station is now on a two-play kick, Jill bops through "With A Little Help From My Friends" alone. As Pretty Boy announces that he feels the imminent need to purchase that red Corvette he's been eying. Our Lady of the Lentils offers to buy Jill a puppy.

On the way to my aunt's house:
Pretty Boy and I perform spoken word interpretation of "Space Oddity".
Our Lady of the Lentils offers to buy me a puppy.
Twice.

On the way home:
Pretty Boy and I belt "Wish You Were Here".
A red Corvette, he concludes, would make life decidedly un-fishbowl-like.
Our Lady of the Lentils offers to buy me two puppies.