My parents are in town this weekend for a visit. After a long day of sightseeing and playing with the kids, I collapsed on the couch. “I don’t know how you do everything you do,” murmured my mother.
“When I rest, I rest,” I said, “When I’m up, I go hard.”
“Like today,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered, “I’ve been firing on all 5 cylinders today, I’m wiped out.”
My dad and my husband shared a look.
“Are you a 6-cylinder or an 8-cylinder?” quizzed my husband.
“Maybe she’s an Audi. They had 5 cylinders,” my dad suggested.
“What? Cars don’t have 5 cylinders?” I asked, confused.
“Uh, no,” replied TK dryly, “You basically just said you weren’t fully firing.”
