October 30, 2003
28 Hours Later
So Dawn and I were discussing their new minivan, which according to her husband is "dead flesh" colored. Chaos ensued. We even managed an obligatory Cheap-Ass Games reference.
Me: Okay, but there should be like a rule that you can't complain about the color. Cause y'all picked it.
Dawn: Rofl, I know I know. But I didn't attend that seminar that Kelly did, so I'm gonna complain a little bit more
Me: And I'm going to ignore it, cause your impulsiveness is what got you a dead-flesh colored car.
Dawn: Aha, but we got a car. If we'd waited, we might have ended up with no car at all. then where would we be?
Me: False logic. You would've gotten a car. It just might've been a trade off for features vs. color.
Dawn: In which case, features win
Me: And your CD player will be of little comfort to you when your minivan storms into your house demanding BRAINS!
Dawn: Ok, ok, you win!
Dawn: *falls out of chair laughing*
Dawn: Gimme the brain, cuz this car color SUCKS!
Me: *DIES*
Me: *comes back to life as a zombie-colored minivan*
Dawn: Dude that looks like it hurts
Me: A SPARKLY zombie-colored minivan.
Dawn: Hey, that makes ALL the difference
Me: Everyone needs a little glitter in their lives. Even undead vehicles.
