This is bliss

Driving in the car with my three teenage daughters, the radio cranked, singing Margaritaville at the top of our lungs.

Then having conversations like this:

Me: This is such a weird song. Who carries around a salt shaker? And has boots in their blender?

S: I'm pretty sure it's booze in the blender.

Me: Nah. It's boots.

S: Think about it; what makes more sense? Booze in the blender.  Or boots in the blender?

Me: Boots of course.

S: No!  It's BOOBS in the blender. That's what it is. Boobs in the blender. It makes the most sense!

Then we laughed at our own stupid joke like a couple of stoned teenagers.