What the fuck?
It was Sunday afternoon. Mac was napping and Chris was watching the O’s game while I prepped dinner.
Me: ”Have we even driven the convertible in the past two weekends?”
Chris: ”I don’t know”. . .blows his nose into a CLOTH napkin!!! He’s apparently suffering from the same eck that Huggy Bear has.
Me: ”Well how much do you think my car is worth?”
Chris: ”A few grand. . .why?”
Me: ”Because I’ve been eying up the Passat Wagons. . .a used one maybe? No car payments. I’d even take a Jetta wagon.”
And then perhaps it would be appropriate if I had slit my throat with a paring knife. . .
TO DO: Research bus transport. . .
TO STOP: Dreaming about a fucking station wagon. What the hell is wrong with you woman?!
Ouch. I refuse to get a station wagon OR a mini van. No, no, no!
I know right?! I draw the line at a mini van. . .or maybe even SUV. But for some reason, I woke up and was all “hey, a station wagon wouldn’t be so bad.” We have big dogs and they would be easier to transport in a station wagon. I don’t know. We haven’t made any firm plans yet. I will be sad to see our little VW convertible go though. . .It was the first brand new car I ever owned. And I love the thing!
We have a new (old) station wagon and I love it! I love fitting the baby, the buggy and the groceries without having to play ‘move the crap’ jenga. Also, like all cars, station wagons fit quite comfortably in fast-food drive-thrus…
I’m really considering. My car is soooooo small it could practically fit in the actual drive thru window!
I’m certain I’m going to love all that additional space (which of course I’ll clutter immediately because I never keep a car clean. . .house yes, car no).