Sports cars and pie
May. 29th, 2005 09:40 pmSo, today I went for a ride in a Ferrari and had strawberry-rhubarb pie.
Life could be worse.
The Ferrari belonged to a guy who just bought a boat from us. It was red, just like Magnum P.I. (not that I said that, of course). We went out for about 30 minutes, and it was quite the experience! It is so low to the ground and rumbly and you can really feel it when it accelerates (especially when we went from 0 to 100 kph in about 20 seconds)! Holy cow! It's fun to see how the other half lives! He was very apologetic that the weather wasn't good enough to take the sunroof off...he's promised to take me out again when it is warmer.
The pie was made by my grandmother on the occasion of my dad's birthday. Here is a little conversational snippet that illustrates my dad quite well:
Grandma: You used to get in so much trouble in school.
Dad (nodding): I used to jump out of the classroom window to escape.
Grandma (nodding): I used to get phone calls from the teacher.
Dad (nodding): We could have fucking died.
Stepmother (aghast): David!
Dad (confused): What? The window was high up - it was a long way down!
That was almost as good as listening to our mom talk about our stepfather's "dry lay" (of bricks) last night.
Life could be worse.
The Ferrari belonged to a guy who just bought a boat from us. It was red, just like Magnum P.I. (not that I said that, of course). We went out for about 30 minutes, and it was quite the experience! It is so low to the ground and rumbly and you can really feel it when it accelerates (especially when we went from 0 to 100 kph in about 20 seconds)! Holy cow! It's fun to see how the other half lives! He was very apologetic that the weather wasn't good enough to take the sunroof off...he's promised to take me out again when it is warmer.
The pie was made by my grandmother on the occasion of my dad's birthday. Here is a little conversational snippet that illustrates my dad quite well:
Grandma: You used to get in so much trouble in school.
Dad (nodding): I used to jump out of the classroom window to escape.
Grandma (nodding): I used to get phone calls from the teacher.
Dad (nodding): We could have fucking died.
Stepmother (aghast): David!
Dad (confused): What? The window was high up - it was a long way down!
That was almost as good as listening to our mom talk about our stepfather's "dry lay" (of bricks) last night.