Where I Am: In my Car, in the Bronx

What I’m Doing: Fulfilling a request of my crazy wife

There’s going to be days where nothing interesting happens. I’m sure there will be a lot of those days.

My main concern when taking this picture was to fulfil a wish made by Lisa: that in one of my many boring car shots I highlight her first ever gift to me, the Love Monkeys.

Actually, I don’t think that it was the first gift she gave to me. That may have been the Donald Duck lunchbox filled with pictures of a fetal scrotum (which I cannot differentiate from all the other swiling gray masses but which she assures me is quite prominent. She’s an ultrasound technician, which makes the act of obtaining these pictures far less creepy but not the intent behind them).

While that lunchbox is tucked away in the closet of things-we’ll-eventually-unpack, the Love Monkeys have had a home in my car and the car I had before this one (both Ford Tauruses because I am, at heart, 90 years old) and will continue to make their lovenest in my vehicles until someone vomits on them.

They’ve got a card attached full of inside jokes we no longer have. It’s like our love had a yearbook and she signed it.