Driving to work

We are in the car. P is driving me to work, because the butt sprain is too painful behind the wheel.

N: Isn't today just the prettiest, happiest, nice good fun day?

(minutes go by)

P: I'm sorry honey, did you ask me something?

N: Oh, I was just noticing what a pretty, happy day it is.

(P. is silent, stares blankly ahead.)

N: Is that ok?

P: OH, right. Yes. Yes. That's fine.