My nightmare

Yesterday I was busy doing Very Important Things (i.e. laundry and watching the season one Degrassi: The Next Generation dvds that Beth lent me) in my living room. The dryer buzzer went off, so I paused my dvd and ran upstairs with my laundry. When I came back, the couch was piled with odd-shaped bubblewrapped packages. Dick was there. I found a free corner of couch and tried to get back to my well-scrubbed Canadian children.

Dick got some scissors and cut open one of the packages. There was a violin inside.

He cut open a second package. Another violin.

Ekrobi: How many violins did you buy?
Dick: Seven.

Seven. Seven violins.

Later he told me I could touch them if I wanted. "Do you want to... handle one? You can touch one if you want. They're not as fragile as they look. No? Are you sure? Go ahead. Handle one. Touch it."