Weekend before last, my pal Marilyn came up to cottage. Now apart from being my pal, Marilyn is a big big star, with a nation television show starting in September on CTV, aptly called "The Marilyn Denis Show", which will make it very hard for them to replace her. She also happens to be hilarious and ridiculously down to the earth. So it was that we ended up driving an old pickup truck with no air conditioning across southwestern Ontario to pick up a mattress at Sears.
The pickup is Aidan's, as was the mattress, which I had ordered from Sears for him, but he tore his leg apart on a rusty nail and had to recuperate. Marilyn thought it would be a gas to go and get it ourselves, so we did, Thelma and Louise-ing it in the pickup with dust flying behind us, a gun tucked under the seat. (Please - there was no gun. Nor was there a young Brad Pitt in the parking lot). We got to the Sears in Burks Falls, which also happens to be the Driver and Vehicle Licensing Bureau. I think they may also sell bait there too, I'm not sure. We had to wait for the clerk, who was doing double duty issuing a permit, so we looked through the Sears catalogue and picked out outfits for Marilyn to wear on her new show. Expect to see her in a lot of A-line skirts and sweater sets with pleather loafers. Then the clerk - a lady, I should add - and Marilyn loaded the mattress into the pickup. I broke a nail just watching them, so I was no help whatsoever. Then we went to a Tim Horton's and ordered BLT's at the drive-through, then headed home, with the big ole pickup fishtailing around the bends. I told her that if we got into an accident and perished, we'd probably make headlines, and that the kicker is that her name would be mentioned first. Marilyn said that's just because D comes before H. And that's why she's awesome.