Mansion Apartment Shack House:
Last night we played M.A.S.H. while waiting for the pizza. We wrote on a napkin with a rollerball pen. Our feet touched under the table. Buddy Holly played in the kitchen. No one else in the restaurant exchanged as many super-charged raised eyebrows as we.
I’m going to drive my Vespa to my job as a mermaid, and then come home to the mansion I share with Tony Soprano the trapeze artist and our 27 children on Io, one of Jupiter’s moons.
He’s going to end up in a shack in Chicago with Tina Fey, the international spy, driving his dunebuggy full of their five children to his job as a pirate.
All in all, I’m only jealous of their honeymoon on Neptune. Well, and that Tina Fey gets to come home to him at the end of the day.
We’ll just see about that.