Dawn Is Me

I have been brought to realize that the main reason why God made me was to ensure that Gino would never have to suffer the indignity of naked feet.

Just heard this coming from Gino’s office, presumably about his boss:

He lives at the office, doesn’t he? I wouldn’t be surprised if they found he died there one day. I mean, you know, still plugged into the headset, hands still on the computer keyboard, just … ueghh, dead.

Yes, that’s right. Gino went out yesterday and bought us another car. Which is to say, he went out and got himself a new toy.

Right now, he’s gone off with Gina in search of a mud puddle to drive through. Don’t ask.

It’s a red 2001 Chevy Impala, which means that the Big Red Kite has been replaced by a Little Red Hornet. By the time it gets back from its current excursion, it’ll probably be slightly less red in spots — I anticipate that if Gino finds that mud puddle, he’ll drive through it with gusto — but it’ll still be hard to miss on bright sunny days.

Gino was so excited that he was fairly dancing around the house, telling me all the reasons why I should be dancing too and clearly disappointed in my reaction. I told him that I was as interested in all these nifty details as I am in overclocking computers. That pretty much ended that conversation.

Gina is excited, too. That’s because the new car gave Mom the opportunity to take her out, late at night, and start giving her driving lessons in almost-deserted parking lots. Dad declined the honor. Da wimp.

So, it’s all automotive fun and games for the moment. Gino is sure to go through a good $50 in gas playing around with his new toy before he’s used to it.

Gee … I wonder what he’s going to do on Thursday when his precious car is gone all day because his undutiful wife has absconded with it to Syracuse? So soon after getting it, the withdrawal will probably be painful to watch. I have to get Derek to take pictures.