Oh, my
You were looking at me, weren't you?
Uh, huh
I've seen that look before.
Don't be shy.
Want to go for a ride?
I've got seven glorious bucket seats inside.
Yeah, it's comfortable all right.
Don't know where to go?
Well, I don't know.
Let's set the cruise and glide our lay-z-boy stride down the wide empty streets of this Christmas-coated dream town. I'll bundle you up and drop you at the park with a few of your very best friends. We can look at the lights reflected in the river.
And of course, I'll be available. I'll always be available. What else could I do?
Whenever you need me, just dial my digits, darlin. I promise, I won't be too busy for you.
Afterall, ever since the car's been in the shop, this mommy gig is pretty much all I've got. My deepest darkest vantasy? Pure fiction. This van destroys all hope of fantasy. I was merely trying to smut up this June Cleaver existence I've been forced to portray. But this ain't your daddy's trippy free love van, it's life repellant.
Trust me.
Posted by shoe at December 4, 2006 06:55 AM | TrackBackWhew!
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Daaaayum.
Posted by: Erica at December 4, 2006 07:23 AMJust got rid of my van - now have a little sportier, black G5 pursuit. I'm still June Cleaver though for the most part. Hope that doesn't burst your bubble. :)
Posted by: Lisa W. at December 4, 2006 08:45 AM... wow....
Posted by: Eric at December 4, 2006 10:02 AMAck. I have the van. Not my vantasy either. I call it my asexual mom-mobile. Ever seen a guy take a second look to see whose driving the van? Me either.
Posted by: bou at December 4, 2006 07:20 PMHoo-hah!
Posted by: Elisson at December 5, 2006 09:42 AMWhat kind of fantasy are you looking for?
Posted by: Yabu at December 5, 2006 11:31 PMVoyager -- it's what all us Trekkers drive (especially when we're dooded up in our finest Klingon regalia). Now, if the damn thing would just hold alignment.
Posted by: Bob at December 6, 2006 09:53 AM