Drove into work this morning in my wife’s car. She’s taking my in-laws down to Mt. St. Helens, which is about a two and a half hour drive, so we figured she should have the newer, bigger car. This makes the second time she’s driven my car, the first being yesterday, so I hope everything goes well for her.
In the meantime, instead of my 2003 Passat, I have Lisa’s 1993 Geo Prizm. (Insert your own Will Smith Men in Black II reference here. (Number of hits Google returns for the query “old and busted” “new hotness”: 228.))
But I think it’s a pretty good day. The sun is shining, I just lined up plane tickets to see my family in a little under two weeks, it’s Friday, and despite the funk on my MP3 player there’s another silly song running through my head:
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
’Twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radio’s singing song
All the favorite melodiesHe was a Navy man
stationed in Newport News
She was a highschool queen
with nothing left to lose
She was a highschool queen
with nothing left to loseHer name was Lorelei
She was his only girl
She called him “Speedoo”
But his Christian name was Mister Earl
She called him “Speedoo”
But his Christian name was Mister Earl
