We don't need no stinking jack!

I'm a dread head with piercings and tattoos ... and also a mother of five who drives a minivan.

Cause that's cool, yo!

Our minivan does not have an auxiliary jack of any kind. It has the little covered up spot where one COULD exist. Yet, when you buy newly used vehicles, you take what you get. We have a wanna-be jack.

So, I have this silver plug-in thingy we bought way back in the day. I think it was originally to plug in a DVD player which did not have a charger dilly. DC adapter? Something like that? Oh, I don't know! From this moment forward, it is now refereed to as a "dilly." Like "Dilly Bar." Crap. Now I'm hungry.

Soooo ... silver plug-in thingy. I also have approximately three sets of cheap speakers we have collected. We will one day get a speaker dock thing-a-ma-jig for our iPhones, but right now that would simply be too practical and make WAY too much sense.

Soooooooo ... cheap speakers connected to silver plug-in thingy. Then we have the speakers attached to my iPhone, where I can crank Spotify. At which point, I look at the little covered up spot where the jack should exist and say, "I do not need you. You are dead to me, little jack wanna' be."

And then my kids are all, "Mom, we can't hear John Tesh on the radio over you cranking Liam Lynch."

And I'm all like, "Whatever."

I'm not putting on headphones. That would be WAY too many wires.