Very important update re. prok
I forgot to mention in my weekly weekend-catch-up-with-song-lyric-subject-line post that Mr. Bill made pork chops for lunch at my parents' house on Sunday and I actually enjoyed them. They were neither tasteless nor dry. I may yet be converted to the Way of Prok.
Also, on Saturday after I cleaned the bathroom mirror, I was lying in bed, not yet asleep, while Mr. Bill showered. I heard him turn off the water and get out, then there was a pause followed by the following conversation, which took place through the closed bathroom door.
BILL: I don't know what to write on the mirror this week.
ME: Huh?
BILL: The mirror. I don't know what to write on it that will top last week.
ME: I don't think anything can top last week. Of course I thought nothing could top that time that you drew the Impala on the mirror but I think "prok prok PROK prok prok" might have done so.
BILL: Yeah. I think I'm going to leave it blank this week. Sorry.
ME: It's okay. Sometimes you just have to admit that you've already done your best work.
Also, on Saturday after I cleaned the bathroom mirror, I was lying in bed, not yet asleep, while Mr. Bill showered. I heard him turn off the water and get out, then there was a pause followed by the following conversation, which took place through the closed bathroom door.
BILL: I don't know what to write on the mirror this week.
ME: Huh?
BILL: The mirror. I don't know what to write on it that will top last week.
ME: I don't think anything can top last week. Of course I thought nothing could top that time that you drew the Impala on the mirror but I think "prok prok PROK prok prok" might have done so.
BILL: Yeah. I think I'm going to leave it blank this week. Sorry.
ME: It's okay. Sometimes you just have to admit that you've already done your best work.