And we all know what those hand signals mean, girls.

“Oh hey, I’m glad you made it to my housewarming party. I see your looks of confusion, and yes, it IS an unconventional home in this vast, barren vortex. But I’ve got my twisted mattress spacechair, and that’s all I need. So pull yourself a carpet square off the pile and let’s talk random swirls of grey canvas.”

“I know one thing’s for sure…tonight’s our wedding night, and first thing I’m gonna do when we get to the inn…”

“Ohhh, Harold! Tee hee!”

“…I’m gonna find out what the secret is to Maude’s massive shoulders.”

“Darling, I absolutely love these ‘concept sweaters.’ Who knew that a knitted tribute to the victims of smallpox could be so…fashionable?”

Lunch at Chipotle was NOT settling well with Lisa.

“I’m not sure, Billy – I mean, you’re really good and all, but do you really think you can pull off this Judas Priest song on clarinet?”

“It’s really great that I got the family on this Adderol regimen,” said Mr. Taylor, smiling intently at his wife.”I feel so…FOCUSED.”

“I am mesmerized by the pattern of your sweater yolk,” replied Mrs. Taylor, “So mesmerized, in fact, that I spent the last 72 hours knitting all of us the exact same pattern in different chromatic schemes.”

Little Wesley would have agreed heartily, if he hadn’t been so engrossed in the wale pattern of his mother’s corduroy slacks.

If you’re a fly gal, then get your hat done. Get a fur muff, get your hair did. Gents, lift it up, let’s make a toast-a
Let’s get drunk on absinthe, that’s gon’ bring us closer. Don’t I look like a Evelyn Nesbitt poster.