the zombie, the fighter, and the mutant puppy

First thing on the kids' "IT'S SPRING BREAK!" list was surprisingly not the science museum, the zoo, or even a movie in the theater - it was face painting. Apparently Bad Mom is a good makeup artist.

Mason chose to be a zombie, even though anything marginally spooky in movies still creeps him out. In the daylight, scary is cool.


Mama Milton's boy went with a simple black eye. We did a quick pantomime to decide if he wanted to be clocked by a left or right hook.
(He also wanted a mustache but I forgot and he was too polite to ask again; sorry, Zack!)

Paige stuck with her preferred Dalmatian but this time wanted pink spots, which ended up looking more like giant measles but she was happy.

Need a face painter for your next church function, club fundraiser, school event? Call Bad Mom.

so far, so-so

Spring break sprung for me at 3:30 on Friday when I finally left my classroom. Despite my bragging about hightailing out at 2:01, I found a dozen things that needed to be done (including unplugging my contraband coffeemaker & changing all the calendars [5] to April).

Friday night I finally did what I've been threatening to attempt for a few years now but usually either grow weary with planning or chicken out - going dancing. There are a few places in downtown Portland that have seemed worthy but upon investigation I find they're either all ages (NO) or geared toward a particular sexual persuasion, which is not a bad thing but I do feel like an intruder unless accompanied by someone of that persuasion, like I need an escort or diplomat to validate my visit. For Stu's birthday I vowed to take him out; we used to go most weekends in college, staying until we collapsed from heatstroke. So I found Lola's which not only offered a 21+ dance floor but also - wait for it - 80's Video Night!

We went to the pub downstairs from Lola's for dinner & drinks first - our stunning & bold waitress Jessa made the evening, warning us away from certain menu items and crafting us fantastic secret-recipe cocktails. Upstairs we got a table at the edge of the dance floor which turned out to be a good news/bad news scenario. Good news because we were in the action at any given moment and had a place to set our drinks; bad news because it was wobbly and soon became mistaken for a community cistern. I thoroughly, geekishly loved the music & videos (though Rick Springfield was flagrantly missing; will send a complaint note this week) and did dance my fool heart out, but I couldn't help being hypercritical about noticing all of the under-30s pretending to know the songs. Or worse - pretending to dance like we true 80s kids did. Please. But really, my only serious issue is that I forgot my camera.

Yesterday I awoke with grand intentions to check out some garage sales then embark on a massive organization & cleaning spree. Unfortunately, rain - the kind they created the word "torrential" for - fell, poured, showered and otherwise destroyed every ambition in my bones. I managed to find a couple of things at Goodwill, sort & organize recipes, watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, update Facebook a few hundred times, sleep from 5:30 - 8:30 pm, and watch the last two episodes from Season 2 of Six Feet Under. I also ate a couple of things and yelled at my unsuspecting 10-year old (a misplaced diatribe that included me shouting "I AM NOT AN ASSHOLE" at one point; don't ask but rest assured I've made amends). Oh and I comforted my daughter after we discovered her very rigor mortised hamster. [For those wondering why I didn't write a piece about Sniffers like I did with Mason's Mario, it is because Paige and her pet had a somewhat more volatile relationship; essentially, she tried to keep him alive without getting bitten]

Today I was up early, started some laundry, sort of cleaned the kitchen, enjoyed church, secured a babysitter for tonight, efficiently got in & out of the mall without a headache, notably have not yelled at my children, and am about to do a cursory tidying before going on a sure-to-be-sassy double date with Favorite Bartender and his wife.

Packing camera right now and smiling about no school tomorrow.

literary fill-in fun

This week, Janet took the first sentences in 6 of her favorite books for us to fill in, with the right words or even better, ones of our own. [Bad Mom note: I have no idea what the right words are; so that makes me even better? heh]

1. "In a hole in the ground there lived certain former boyfriends."

2. "Not much money in the bank but that ain't no matter."

3. "After dark the rain began to fall again, because that's what happens in the Pacific Northwest, in the forever springtime."

4. "Bring me the prisoner who looks most like Mark Wahlberg from the hold of the Spanish galleon."

5. "There was a hand in the darkness, and it began groping me; hello, husband...."

6. "Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, the unsuspecting wet their pants."

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to dancing to 80s tunes!, tomorrow my plans include garage sales (!) and Sunday, I want to relish the feeling of "There's no school tomorrow"! Lots of exclamation points this weekend...

Book it to Friday Fill-Ins

13 things about spring break

As I told a student who asked yesterday if Spring Break starts this coming Monday - "Actually, it starts at 2:00:01 on Friday." Which I know (hi, Principal Amy!) is technically not true as my contracted day isn't over till 3:00, but it made for an amusing response in class. [It's funny to me that even high school students tend to think teachers live at the school]

And so. In the next week, I look forward to:

1. Dancing! I found a place in Portland to take my man for his birthday celebration - we used to dance every weekend at Panic City (yes it was as 90s-tastic as it sounds) but haven't in hundreds a bunch of years
2. Visiting the zoo
3. Scavenger hunt at the art museum
4. Creating real live detailed lesson plans for the final 11 weeks of school [that equals 55 days, fyi]
5. Catching up on lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of favorite blogging bloggers' blogs
6. Watching movies into the wee hours
7. Some sleeping in
8. Some housecleaning
9. Making delicious & nutritious meals and snacks [stop laughing]
10. Playdates with friends
11. Road trip to visit my mom, dad & sister
12. Date night in Seattle
13. 40th birthday party with our favorite college friend
    

Thursday 13 is like a mini-vacation on your screen

happy happy

Because his birthday falls smack in the middle of this ludicrous week, I am not properly prepared to lovingly humiliate celebrate my husband. Bad Mom = Bad Wife.

So for today, I rerun last year's tribute until I can upload cute high school swim team pics. And here's another love note to my man, for good measure.

The hottie-in-Paris pic I'd use for Stu's Facebook profile
if I secretly set one up for him...

other ways i am (or, life after monday)

I Am

I am witty & smart

I wonder why people don't read more

I hear the wind crying

I see the sun smile

I want more vacations

I am witty & smart

I pretend I'm famous

I feel magic is real

I touch the future

I worry some people will never live their lives

I cry about injustice & cruelty in the world

I am witty & smart

I understand life is hard (but worth the trouble)

I say you can accomplish much

I dream of traveling everywhere

I try to be compassionate & comforting

I hope we get kinder

I am witty & smart

Create your own!

not-so-altered egos

I am Sylvia Plath [before the oven].
I am Dorothy Parker [with a happy marriage & slightly less alcohol].
I am Virginia Woolf [minus the river] & her Mrs Dalloway.

I am George Bailey, shouting at his bewildered children before thanking God for his wonderful life.
I am Emma Horton, scattered & worn out & desperately loving her family.
I am part Revolutionary Road, part The Hours, part Sense & Sensibility.

[In my wild imagination]
I am Michelle Obama, smart & stylish & holding her own.
I am Angelina Jolie, Diplomat & Super[hot]Mom.
I am balancing marriage, motherhood, teaching & volunteering, cooking, cleaning, socializing, writing, smiling, sanity, and sleeping.

I am weary.

rock & roll all night, and part of every day

How can anyone not completely love this guy?

His comedy - wacky & irreverent but always relatable - is flawlessly delivered, and he is the most perfect combination of adorable and hot one might ever know. So say I, the slightly hormonally imbalanced counting-down-to-summerspring-break teacher of occasionally ungrateful yet needy & desperately lovable teenagers, married to a thankfully re-employed goofy & charming engineer; all of these things apropos of nothing other than - stressed much?

Sometimes I just want eye candy that stimulates my brain a tad, too. Thank you, Paul.

P.S. The post title is a reference to a flawlessly, hilariously delivered line from Role Models, a must-see for your continued well-being, especially if you have any appreciaton for KISS. Which leads me to tell this very long & rambling compelling story from my past:

I never really thought much about KISS until I met Jim Durham in 5th grade. He was a quiet kid who somehow always managed to get in trouble in class; I think it had to do with him not finishing his assignments but I believe my interest in his plight was the beginning of my work with at-risk youth. Jim was always scrawling "KISS" across his Pee-Chees in that cool writing with the "SS" looking like lightning bolts, and he frequently wore a t-shirt with a picture of the [very scary, to me] band in all their made-up glory. I realize now that KISS kind of scared me because they were so blatantly sexual in nature - that was something so taboo in my family, I might have believed my sister & I were of immaculate conception if I hadn't actually been kept awake by strange primal noises coming from my parents' room now & then.

Anyway, I inexplicably struck up a pseudo-friendship with Jim and was eventually persuaded to buy the 45 of "Beth," which I ended up playing so frequently I could [and can still] sing it with perfect emotional inflection that moved me to tears. I secretly enjoyed the B-side of "Detroit Rock City" and eventually [secretly] lusted after Peter Criss, the original Catman; I was [secretly] devastated when Gene Simmons fired him from the band.

All of this leads to my utter [not-so-secret] delight at Role Models' homage to KISS, making me want to find Jim Durham and thank him for opening my eyes (not to mention other body parts) to the magic of naughty rock & roll.

The end.

blessed day

1. Why do we have to suffer certain parents fools?

2. Listening & thinking before speaking are now habits.

3. I have a blissful life, overall.

4. I had never heard the phrase "That's hard" [wherein 'hard'='cool' to teenagers] and it was extraordinarily alarming in the midst of class.

5. I will procrastinate the way I always do.

6. How was I to know motherhood & teacherhood would affect my every breathing moment? Literally.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to goodnaturedly snarking with girlfriends at the PTA event, tomorrow my plans include haircolor & shopping and Sunday, I want to watch my new Boy Scout sing at the retirement home.

Glory, glory Friday Fill-Ins

13 basic truths

According to me:

1. Guys on motorcycles are anonymously, infinitely sexy in their helmets & gear
2. Hearing my kids belly laugh can make my day
3. Watching a parent absently, tenderly put a hand on a teen child's shoulder moves me
4. Bacon makes everything better
5. Buying stuff at Goodwill stimulates the economy
6. The new sticker arrangement on my laptop has improved my overall mood
7. Saying things in Spanish, with strong accent, is immensely satisfying
8. "Hence" and "thus" are pretty excellent words
9. Browsing bookstores is close to sex on my Bliss List
10. Some people will never open their eyes to the world
11. Warm, quiet baths cure many ills
12. Freshly sharpened pencils are like brand new days
13. Remembering someone's name can be a gift, to both of you

Thursday Thirteen ~ truly enjoyable

puzzled

mad jigsaw skills & photo by Paige

2009

Wordless Wednesday puts it together

kinds of sexy

Amy at Syma Says inspired me tonight with her Facebook update about watching Choke. Plus this is a little game Kate & I played once in a trivia chat room, before we were grandly banned.

This is, of course, not a comprehensive listing; I only wasted worked 3 2 hours on it. Please feel free to add your faves.

Goofy & Grubby Sexy

Jason Lee aka Earl

Seth Rogen

Old School Sexy

Sir Sean Connery

Sir Ian McKellen

Young & Forbidden Sexy

David Kross of The Reader

Daniel Radcliffe in Equus


Intense & Slightly Scary Sexy
Edward Norton
Javier Bardem


Quirky & Potentially Naughty Sexy
Sam Rockwell



Jason Mewes

Dax Shepard

Spring break, anyone?

survivor type

My man & I have been fans of Survivor since the 2nd season [on principle I reject anything hyped when it first comes out; it only hurts me and causes anxious catching-up yet I stick to my guns]. Every time we watch, I gravitate first toward the cute boys then any teachers while Stu tends not to have a particular system though he will root against the cute boys and whiny women. We always engage in a minor spat when I mention how I would someday like to apply just to test myself; I get grouchy as he snickers and looks at me sideways, but the reminder that I don't swim eventually brings me back to my senses.

Really, Stu is the one who could be a contender. He's dug in sprinkler systems, built sheds, torn out walls, put down flooring, put up stairs; like a suburban Dr. Frankenstein, he created his car from pieces & parts; he has lived through the loss of his mom, the ongoing illness of his dad, and the departure from his job of 13 years. I realize those are not typical Survivor challenges so I'll submit that the man has also been lighting fires from flint since he was a Boy Scout and was a legendary swim team stud in high school [my interpretation based on hottie photos of him in his Speedo; will post soon]. And now he has been hired to design aircraft interiors for PECO in southeast Portland - it's a significantly farther drive, we'll have to pay 8% of his salary to Oregon's income tax, and much to Mason's sadness, PECO might not offer a family Halloween party, but IT'S A JOB, it involves engineering, and it allows us to keep our home (with heat).

My man wins immunity.

P. S. Thank you to everyone who kept us in their thoughts & prayers & meditations, et cetera.

che it isn't so

I missed another day of my self-imposed daily posting quest but for good reason.

Because I am a movie fan/history geek/celebrity whore, I bought tickets for me & my man and a couple of amigas fabulosas (I also got some for Amy & her man before I realized that the experience was going to last a quarter of a day in which case her infant son would have wailed himself inside out and who wants that? Only very cruel people) to a "Special Roadshow Edition" of the 263 minute long Che. There was an intermission between Part 1 and Part 2 but considering I foolishly did not eat dinner before entering the theater, that time off was merely a teasing 45 minutes during which I could choose to dash out for nourishment not of the Cinema Food Pyramid OR wait in the 60+ person line for the two-stall bathroom. I started to imagine the whole situation was contrived to make us really feel like those revolutionaries - starving, tired, angry at The Man.

The "Special Roadshow Edition" featured a Q & A with Steven Soderbergh; I secretly hoped a) he would surprise us by bringing Benicio Del Toro and b) they would take turns rubbing my aching shoulders & butt [we could only find 5 seats together in the very. front. row.] after the 6 hour ordeal. Alas, neither happened. But Soderbergh did provide interesting commentary about the research & craft behind the movie. (I would still have really liked a quick massage though).

Overall, the movie was extraordinarily well done on all counts - superb acting, breathtaking cinematography, and in the first half (technically called The Argentine) the back & forth scenes between Guevara's idealistic beginnings and his leading peasant armies through Cuba and his appearance at the UN in 1964 are smooth and provide engaging, fascinating insights. The second half (Guerrilla), though understandably necessary to Che's story, was excruciating after the first half hour [which amounted to only 1/4 of the run time]. Artistically & philosophically it was brilliant - the handheld camera work up & down hills and through the jungles of Bolivia definitely brought me closer to the plight of the people - but I was exhausted, mentally and physically.

I am glad Soderbergh & Del Toro felt strongly about bringing us these parts of Guevara's story in such detail and with such emotion. I think it's too easy for people to draw lines in the sand and put some revolutionaries in the Hero camp and all others on the Villain side, but nobody is truly black or white; perspective is everything, and Che understands that.

Viva

gracias para esta foto

motherscribed

The most gracious JCK [whom I met in real life at BlogHer '08!] of Motherscribe is conducting an interview series about feminism, aging, parenting, identity & sex and SHE used MY answers first! Color me pleased & so very honored to be featured at her blog.

I recommend you check out her artwork & writings; she is immensely talented, enormously compassionate, and has a wicked sense of humor & justice. The only unfortunate thing about her? She lives too-many-hundred miles away to share a little whiskey tea with me every afternoon.

wipe & reload

My laptop is apparently in the advanced stages of dementia. Or it is angry about not having a clever name. Maybe it's fed up with the stickers. Whatever the reason, it is giving me fits by refusing to load blogs games programs properly, taking forever to connect to the Internet, freezing up right when I'm crafting the most hilarious comments or Facebook updates - you know, CRUCIAL tasks.

Stu says he can help [BUT HE HASN'T YET! HUSBANNNNNNDD!]. In the meantime, I get tired and do stupid things like read message boards debating the necessity of bacon in various foods.

Glory days.
Sigh.

across the youniverse

Because I needed yet another addictive list-making, photo-collaging, personality-assessing obsession...Thanks to the delovely Angel, I have embarked on discovering my Youniverse; I give you Part 1:

speak up campaign

I was asked by Ad Council to review a new set of PSAs they created to curb reckless driving among teenagers. I showed them to the students in my public speaking class - we've been discussing appeals used in advertisements (logical, emotional, ethical) so it seemed a perfect opportunity.

The Naive Teacher went in thinking because I found them profoundly amusing and therefore immensely effective, my teen students would as well; Realistic Teacher made a quick adjustment after the smarties I trained took the videos apart - logically the kids in the commercials don't physically match them & their friends; emotionally they're funny but a little on the weird side [absurdity is more humorous to adults, obviously]; ethically they do speak to teenagers when warning about speeding, but teen drivers generally don't worry as much about lack of attention to the road.

In the end, despite their critical observations, my students did feel like these videos were better than anything else they've seen aimed at them as drivers. And that is a step in the right direction.

preparing for something smart. really.

I have a sure-to-be-genius post trying to formulate in my head about women and marriage and feminism and Revolutionary Road and motherhood and sisterhood and Rachel Getting Married, but I think it might have to wait until spring break (14 school days but who's counting?) even though it would have been perfect for International Women's Day.

So here is Sunday's offering, because "Love Bites" came on the radio this afternoon and I wistfully remembered watching Def Leppard on American Bandstand when I was in 9th grade then calling my friend Patti to emote over these guys. I had to go find this on YouTube, and watching it still makes me seriously wiggly; I specifically remember sitting two feet from the TV screen and swooning over the slender young Joe. Yes it's 9 minutes long - there are two songs and the Dick Clark interviewing those adorable youthful British accents. It was like a tiny time machine back to my giddy girlish junior high days. I hope you enjoy. [Feminism what?]

(Hey, did you catch that one of the labels for this post is "hysteria"?
Get it?? I'm fricking hilarious)

previously on bad mom

I owe my man big time tonight for taking one for the girlfriend team - he stepped in and joined my best friend's husband for a concert she really truly was not up for and was becoming increasingly cranky about so my best friend could instead go to a movie with me & our other best friend. Stu's selflessness may have saved their marriage and it is definitely going to improve ours as soon as I get this post finished.

So I give you a rerun featuring his previous Good Husband qualities.

Oh, and enjoy the extra daylight tomorrow. (Except for all you in Arizona. Like you need an extra hour of sunshine).

tgifriday fill-ins

1. [I think it's pretty awful that I can't remember what] was my last random act of kindness.

2. Another place - one far less pleasant - awaits those who take advantage of kindnesses.

3. I believe in matters of the heart.

4. Coffee, tea or hey, how about a bottomless pomegranate martini?

5. My mind & my heart occasionally take separate paths.

6. Our student body reminds me that there is hope for the future.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to coffee & jazz with friends (and possibly eye candy) at Whole Foods, tomorrow my plans include one last shift of Girl Scout cookie sales, and Sunday I want to catch up on sleep & laundry, in that order!

The Friday Fill-Ins, worth waiting for all week

figurative & literal

Vancouver, WA ~ photo by me, out my windshield

2009

back, with game

Teacher Rule #351: Never underestimate the power of a humble apology. Or, Using the "It's Not You It's Me" Tactic with Teenagers.

First, though, I must thank all of my Happy Hour homegirls and you dear, dear, dear, kind & lovely readers for the ultra-supportive vibes; they were most certainly helpful in maintaining my mental stability.

So I put on my favorite fancy pants & cardigan and began 2nd period with "I want to apologize for the unfortunate unraveling of class yesterday; clearly I didn't handle things well - everybody has an off-day or three and that was mine. Thank you for your input [I had given everyone a sticky note at the end of the period yesterday and had them write suggestions for how I could help them succeed in class] - I will be taking your ideas into consideration and I think things will go more smoothly." There were bemused faces all around, some appropriately sheepish, and we moved forward.

And now part 2 (Gentleman readers avert your eyes): I popped into Blockbuster after school to rent Season 2 of Six Feet Under and lo, Geeky Cute Video Expert Guy was back! He has been gone for months; I was pretty sure he had joined the Bad Mom Stalker Protection Program like my long-lost Grocery Boy. I carefully avoided meaningful eye contact because, you know, stalker propriety and then the other [not as noteworthy, sorry dude] clerk motioned me to his line. BUT THEN! GCVEG stepped over and asked what novels I'm teaching now [insert suppressed squeal]; I told him my Literature class ended but I am trying to find a relevant movie for my Speech class - what did he think of The Great Debaters? Anyway, the conversation actually went on for another minute or so but is really only thrilling in my own mind.

The moral: Life is good. Thanks for coming along.

but today i totally sucked

Lest you get the impression that I am a teaching goddess - or as one extraordinarily generous blogger friend put it, "Jesus" - I give you Exhibit A, a Supremely Sucky Tuesday in the classroom.

Nothing, and I am not being dramatic, nothing qualified as 'going well' today.

Those brilliant seniors [high schoolers, not geriatrics, Texan Mama] of yesterday's fame? Two of the 21 were actively paying attention during our 90 minute period; one sympathetically remarked to me that class was "painful." And there was girl drama of epic proportions that I tried unsuccessfully to downplay.

Advocacy class was suspiciously sparse; those in attendance could not. stop. talking while I was attempting to explain the day's plan - one student actually kept shouting "EVERYONE BE QUIET" exactly when I would start to speak.

By the time Technology rolled around sixty-five hours later I had decided to spend most of the period watching the special features of Minority Report, focusing on the aspect of our vision of the future vs. Hollywood's, and what kinds of jobs are represented in moviemaking. The lameness was not lost on my students but they generously played along and did not stage a mutiny.

The blinding, piercing headache I left school with was, however, soothed by my coming home to a completely clean kitchen (THANK YOU BEST HUSBAND EVER) and by my best friend inviting me to share her perfect Darjeeling tea and chocolate chip cookies (THANK YOU BEST LISA EVER). So I have to qualify that nothing going well - at 4:00, everything felt better.

kid stuff

Because the major thrust [she said 'thrust'!] of the public speaking class I teach is to get seniors ready & comfortable to present their culminating projects to community members, I've tried to plan more fun (less stressful & threatening) assignments to fill the rest of the time.

They have done the ever-lovable Introductions, some simple impromptus (cleverly disguised as games that require them to stand in front of the class and talk), and a Show & Tell involving something important to them [I'm kind of over snowboards, can I just say? But I'm pleased that they participated at all]. During the past week, they practiced storytelling techniques by reading picture books to each other. Then I arranged for them to visit the nearby elementary school and show their stuff.

Today, in honor of Read Across America Day, we were welcomed by two kindergarten classes and a third grade class. This was not only an opportunity for my students to improve their skills, it was a chance to remind our community that these kids are still hanging in there despite various roadblocks in their lives and that they're capable of doing good, smart things regardless of baggy pants and funky hair and piercings [I even wore a sweater revealing a significant portion of my tattoo as a sign of Renegade solidarity].

My students didn't quite believe me last week when I announced we would be in elementary classrooms today - I know this because 1) everyone showed up and 2) there were a few serious cases of nerves as I explained how they were divided and reviewed the No Hats and No Cussing rules. One boy was so furious with me for insisting he go that he stomped all the way over AND back, even though I watched him connect with the kids in his group during the reading. I continued to thank him throughout the day for going and each time he glared at me again, though I imagine him secretly enjoying the memory of his time in that class.

Another of our guys who likes to cultivate the Whatever attitude was utterly phenomenal in his dramatic, interactive reading of The Three Little Wolves and the Big Bad Pig; one of our frequently ditsy girls stunned me by explaining how she started her time with the kindergartners by making sure they knew what an 'enemy' was before she started reading Enemy Pie. Everyone read to and chatted with their new biggest fans for 30+ minutes, even though most were sure at the beginning that it would be impossible, boring, and/or awful.

I barely avoided the dreaded Crying Teacher moment when I wrapped up our class by thanking them all for making the effort despite feeling embarrassed or nervous; I told them that their presence in those classrooms made a positive impression on the kids and their teachers, and for me to witness others being impressed & feeling proud of them was a blessing to me.

I want them to know that feeling every day. Every. Day.

giving (up)

I'm brushing myself off after the recent fall from grace daily posting and joining back up with NaBloPoMo [which I do not know how to say aloud without sounding like I've lost my mind]. March's theme is "Giving (Up)" which is conveniently vague; here is my first attempt to make sense of it.

How I'm Giving:

• Kisses & hugs to my babes
• Back scratches to my man (that is not supposed to sound dirty, I'm just trying to be honest - I am not a good giver of back rubs)
• Monthly donations to Make-A-Wish, Share, our local animal shelter, the library, and OPB
• Time, energy, and WintOgreen mints to students
• Outgrown clothes & books to kids' friends

What I'm Giving Up:

• Finishing books that fail to move me
• Popcorn at the movies [the big bucket, I mean] [but not at the Living Room Theater]
• Shoes that hurt my feet
• Socks with holes in the toes
• Eating in the car
• Late nights (starting tomorrow)

Tell me what you give, and give up.