It's difficult trying to prepare for and entertain 20 people while your husband keeps trying to get your attention:
The garage called; they want 4000 dollars to fix the '96 Odyssey.
Are those your boots? Can I put them away?
10 minutes later:
Should we buy new or used?
I didn't know we had any money. Did you make the decaf coffee?
20 minutes later:
The Smiths got a Sienna, Greg said.
His wife told him to. Can't you get the kids out of here?
Let's review our personal stimulus package, folks: new brake rotors, impending new furnace, computer repair, a laptop computer, a truckload of topsoil, and (any minute now) a new stove to replace our 26-year-old kitchen range whose burners heat up when they darn well want to...all in the interest of helping out our moribund economy. You would think that would be enough, wouldn't you?
But, no - the Dow is still floundering and unemployment rates continue to rise. Without our help, the entire country could sink into a morass so deep it will make the Depression look like a cakewalk. Apparently, Larry and I are going to have to pull out all the stops and purchase a brand new car.
That is, as soon as we sell some of the children for medical experiments...we seem to be a tad short of cash...
[For any of my Catholic friends: Remember - the next scene in the movie makes fun of those repressed Protestants. Monty Python was an equal-opportunity offender.]