a bronze statue of Christ the Redeemer is unveiled on a mountain pass between Chile and Argentina, 13 March 1904, to honor the settlement of a border dispute.

 copyright Bianca Dorso

"It's your fault gas prices are up," D says. 

"I'm sorry.  I thought production was down. You know, because of the War?"

"No, it's because you've reduced your driving and therefore your consumption, so the refineries in Texas have had to cut back to keep prices high."

"And that's my fault?"

"If you weren't so frugal, yes.  And I'm not sure I like your attitude.  I'm not hearing any remorse right about now."

"It's this full moon," I explain.  "The Easter full moon.  It puts me very out of sorts.  A little crazy, emotional -- it always has.  I think because it's very ancient, and you understand, with all this suffering and pain and torture and the dark night of the soul and being in a cave and then the resurrection from the dead mixed in with vestiges of fertility rites and --"

"Makes me horny."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"For crying out loud."

"Oh and apparently I'm not the only one either.  Trader Joe's.  Totally hooked up."

"Right there?"

"In the parking lot."

"You think it's the full moon?"

"No.  The marshmallow peeps."

"You're serious.  The yellow ones or the pink ones?"

"The bunnies are pink, so, it would by default be the yellow ones."

"I see."

"Plus I only like them when they're stale."