Showing posts with label conga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conga. Show all posts

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Hand Over Your Keys

Various experts in such things will tell you that there are Keys To A Happy Marriage. Like it's something you drive.

Two of these Keys are:
 1. You and your spouse should share common interests.
 2. Your relationship should be occasionally fresh and exciting.

***Oddly, none of these expert "keys" include lengthy discussions about who did what with the keys the last time they drove the car and who was late to something because after an exhaustive search for the keys, found them in the refrigerator. But I digress.*** 


So it is only fitting that we should have been in the car this evening when we expertly exhibited these two particularly profound Keys To A Happy Marriage. Just keeping the love alive out here on the Periphery.

Tangled Lou: [General nattering about newly discovered knowledge of the possible existence of wild mountain hamsters]
Chief Lou: [Turning up the radio] Shh for a second.
TL: Did you just...? Oh, you did not just shush me so you could turn up Phil Collins.
Phil Collins: [Singing.] Su-su-ssssudio. I just sail away. Ohhhhhhh! Su-su-su-sudio. (Or some such nasal-ing about.)
CL: Oh wait! Is this Phil Collins?
TL: Uh, yeah.
CL & TL: [Insert brief discussion of the lameness of Phil Collins even though TL used to actually own No Jacket Required and thought it was rock music, but that can hardly be held against her because she was very young and grew up in rural Vermont and China for crying out loud and what was the deal with Genesis? And a very little more about wild mountain hamsters.]
TL: [Triumphantly.] Whatever. You're the one who turned up Phil Collins.
PC: [Still singing. Too loudly, still through his nose.]
CL: [Spluttering a bit.] But... I... I didn't....
TL: No. Did you, or did you not, just shush me and then turn up Phil Collins?
CL: Yes, I did but...
TL: Tut tut tut tut. I rest my case.
CL: No. I did but, I thought it was Gloria Estefan.
TL: !!!!!!!
PC: [No longer singing. Probably because he's hurt and confused.]

So, come on. Shake your body, baby. Can you do that conga? I know you can't control yourself any longer.