Action Adventure

The hubby and I scored some babysitting last night and went to see Fast Five, which is an action adventure movie where criminals are the good guys and drive fast cars.

After we left the theater, I told the hubby, "I feel like we should be aspiring to badassery. Like we're underliving."

"Yeah, me too."

"Hey, let's trick out the stalling minivan and do a bank heist."

"Can we have hydraulics too?"

"Definitely." We laughed, picturing a 'soccer mom' minivan humping the road.

"But do you have the energy to be a bad ass?" the hubs asked.

"Well, I'll probably need naps and right now my eyeball muscles are spasming so my aim will be off when I shoot at the cops."

"How will the napping work?"

"Once we break into the bank vault, I can sleep in there. I just need like an hour. We'll have to build some kind of distraction for the cops into the plan."

"Like what?"

"Ummm, aliens?"

"I don't know. Sounds like a lot of work. Maybe we're not up for badassery."

"Yeah, there's probably no adrenal insufficiency in badassery."

And then the minivan stalled, leaving us to stew for a good 10 minutes before it decided to work again. So much for our action adventure career.

No, we still don't know what's wrong with the van. We're working on finding a third mechanic, but our hopes are not high for a solution right now.

Maybe we should check its cortisol levels?