They should call this place the pink flamingo state. If I see one more plastic pink flamingo I am going to torpedo something. Probably the whole state. How will I do that? I don’t know. I just know I’ll do it.
The phone is ringing and I rush inside. Why don’t I have a cordless? Damn, near tripping over the board game cranium or something or other. Damn kids can’t put stuff away.
“Don’t forget I’m coming over for lasagna?”
Mom. Shit. I forgot.
“Of course, mom. See you soon. Love ya.”
Is it too late to torpedo the house?