Sixteen hundred dollars poorer, she emerged. And I still need an alignment and the car DESPERATELY needs to be detailed. There’s a lip gloss tube EMBEDDED in the driver’s side carpet like a dinosaur bone emerging from a dig. I also just realized that the dangly thing hanging from the rear view mirror is a beaded toy flogger, and since I don’t swing that way (pitching OR catching), I should prob’ly take it down. But it’s PURPLE.
Anyways… drove ScaryClown home with me last night and we supped on Swiss Chalet that Jeff brought home and drank beers and watched TV. At one point Jeff said something so funny that ScaryClown and I were rendered absolutely helpless. Unfortunately, despite its merits as humour, it is not repeatable, even by me, but please accept my assurances that it was convulsing.
Then the phone rang. I could hear it but Jeff couldn’t (I answer the phone for a living so heard it over the tv noise which was hockeygamish at the time). I picked up the phone, but because it was behind me & I wasn’t really paying too close attention I had the receiver upside-down. Jeff thought I’d gone insane because – well, Jeff thinks I’ve gone insane most of the time, but he’s low-key about commenting – I was picking up the phone and saying hello hello with the receiver upside down – for no apparent reason. He said, brow furrowed, with that crystal clarity people use when talking to halfwits, “The phone is upside down,” at which point Keith and I were actually able to start communicating. ScaryClown at this point was laughing so hard he lost control of his ketchup. Keith said, “Ah. Well, I was going to ask if ScaryClown was still there, but I can hear him laughing, so I’ll be there in 15.”
He and Paul came over (announcing pie and yet another six of Lion Winter, Paul found another source, and commenting that the car looks nice) and we had a very pleasant evening. The highlight was the scary awesome Mt. St. Helens footage. You know that this blog started with me commenting about Mt. St. Helens every other day, so I have a special fondness for it, and will stay fond of it if it stays dormant.
