Penguins, Strawberry Placentas, and Reincarnated Cars

Richard's going to brave the heat (32!!) and take a walk today. I can't handle that. I'm going to hunker down here, type up the one-act committee minutes from last night, and visualize icebergs...penguins...glaciers...
The meeting went well. The committee hosted the provincial one-act festival this year, so it was actually a "post-mortem" to discuss what worked and what didn't. Apparently everything went smooth as ice (ah, ice...), except for an unexpected prat fall involving a set piece. (I saw this: a woman was climbing a "rocky shoreline" made up of wooden boxes, and fell straight through the top of the topmost box. Fortunately she fell neatly through and only scraped her leg...and didn't break character for a second!!). There was also an unfortunate incident involving a clown, improv, and strawberry Jell-O meant to be a placenta. But I won't go there.
The highlight/lowlight of the meeting was Mr. Illaudable/Inaudible, who was 10 minutes late and blundered in wearing a tiki shirt, muttering something about his mother as an excuse. I thought nothing of this, because he's the twitchy kinda guy who just screams "mother issues". But this was explained after the meeting, when I discovered he had purchased one of the faux-vintage cars used on the set of My Mother the Car. So, imagine, if you will, Norman Bates in a tacky shirt, navigating traffic in My Mother the Car.
I did watch the show in re-run, BTW (that and My Friend the Martian). It's a pretty horrifying concept, isn't it? Being reincarnated as your child's vehicle? The first thing my grandmother would do, I think, is spit out the ashtray. :D