Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

For the past couple of weeks my neighbour's son, Robbie, has been painting my townhouse, and in between helping me haul boxes and pick up furniture I've bought on Craigslist.

Last night we drove out to Scarborough to pick up a white Ikea Malm bed for the guest bedroom, and today, when he's finished painting the kitchen we're going to try to put it together. Ikea furniture, you may know, is always challenging to assemble, even when you have the instructions sheet, which I don't.

The other day I said to Robbie, "You know, what I really need is a lackey," and he replied, "I can lack!" And so he has been.

I just popped in to pick up something before running out on today's errands, and he's listening to The Pixies.

Cool kid.

I left him a note and signed it "Murphy Brown."

In the next story, Postmodern Sass gets back to business.