Perry and I are taking off for the Panhandle on Thursday, and I worry constantly that he’ll get bored in the car. He’s fickle like that, and might lose interest in me if things get too dull, so I’ve come up with a list of things to keep him jumping for the whole 32 hours of the round-trip drive. My ideas, in no particular order:
- Figure out how to sing Mr. Fancy Pants in German and do it often.
- Take Lynn’s guitar and learn how to play it.
- Invent games such as “name that smell” and “what’s more annoying than this?”
- Speak only in limericks.
- Drive with my feet.
- Drive in the buff.
- Drive with my feet while riding in the buff on the hood.
- Pretend I’m a tiny bushman and speak only in clicks and squeaks when we stop to eat.
- Think up hundreds of abusive Mad Libs.
- Get the attention of the highway patrol and attempt to evade them.
- Ride in the median as much as possible.
- Stop at every mile marker and try to mark it.
- Carry a constant supply of Jolt Cola to support the above (and other endeavors).
- Loop “Shiny Happy People” the whole time.
- Smoke my pipe the whole time.
- Try to sit in his lap the whole time.
- Repeat everything he says the whole time, with a German accent.
- Signal fellow travelers with his currently-equipped underwear.
- Constantly misuse words, like “exert” instead of “assert.” Have to exert my manhood.
- Come up with a hundred new verses of “Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit.”
I really think he’ll enjoy the agenda.