This weekend we gave my car some growth hormones, parked it in the garage, and waited for them to set in. In the morning my car had changed from blue to red, grown in height and length, and dropped ten years.
Keith and I were thinking really hard about what this new vehicle says about us:
“I’m taken.”
“I’m not only taken, but you’re at least five years too late.”
“We’re committed to having more kids.”
“Where can I buy those stick figure family decals?”
“Our kids will play soccer (or in our town, hockey).”
Without further ado, here is the newest member of our garage. We’re still considering names…
3 comments:
Due to a the masculinity deficit that this vehicle creates, Keith was forced to fix up an old truck. He now has three.
Congrats future soccer mom. Of all the 60 cars we have owned, we have yet to have owned a mini van.
Also, I'm happy to say that we only have 1 truck right now, so Keith is beating us. :) However, we do own 2 SUVS and a sedan at the moment....
Yea for a new car! I could definitely see how that would require Keith to need another old truck.
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