My whole nuclear family has H1N1 apparently and we're quarantined together, because the family that has cold sweats together stays together. We have been killing time with The X-Files and sudden crying jags. Oh golly what a surprise.
Halfway through my family's first viewing of "
Existence," Dad walked out (it's a flexible quarantine), got in the Volvo, drove to Hannaford, and came back with a cake (marble, Best Creme frosting) that read
In green
With lil frosting balloons
I shit you not
Baby
Willy
OOOO
(The OOOO was the bakery department's lyric…al…ization? let's go with that-of whale song.)
I laughed and it was good to laugh, oh God what the fuck, my family.
"I have to say, with everything I know you must be feeling, you look amazingly beautiful, Dana."
Mom: Is she coming on to her? Now? Who is she, anyway?