OuchyKim and I are travelling in style in our white Lincoln Town Car. In college we used to say, "Phatty Boom Batty." That's how way-out cushy this ride is. In fact, it's so way-out that we could probably take extended naps in it and be very comfy indeed.
What it is not terribly good for is driving. The Lincoln Town Car looks best in a driveway. The thing is so large that it takes up the entire lane. Drift slightly in any direction, and twenty-five cars are forced off a bridge.
And you think I'm kidding.
I'm coming home on Sunday and looking forward to it. I've told BrilliantEditor that bribing the dogs with McDonald's french fries buys a half-hour of peace. He's tried it. That's how demanding the dogs are when only one of us is home. He took them for a walk, too, and he says that's helped to direct their energy a bit.
I try to imagine BE, Spring, and Sprocket here in Florida. I imagine Spring would wilt and lie in whatever grass should could find and while staring at me and panting.
Sprocket would likely run around for a while and then trot very close to my feet until we went somewhere cool. Then she'd abandon me and lie on the floor panting, her big eyes half closed and the floor steaming up by her nose and mouth.
BE would, I betcha, look at me and say, "Dotty. I hate this. I hate the heat. I hate the humidity. I hate the strip malls. I hate the Lincoln Town Car."
I would kindly point out that we no longer have the Town Car, but I think the point about the heat would be taken seriously.
There is a reason I'm coming home.
My great white whale of a car isn't nearly enticing enough to keep me in the land of hot humidity. I'm coming home to cold with alternating dry and damp. And I'm just coming home. sigh
Posted by dotty at October 21, 2004 10:39 PM