BOOM!. There she was! My ultimate “Batmobile”. Perfectly parked, politely as a whale, by the curb side waiting for me. Waiting for Thelma and Louise. OMG>>>>> I.WANT. HER…. and I know she wants me too. If she were mine, her name would be Priscilla. I would wear the grooviest of cat eye glasses while cruising around in her and go on long road trips with ma’ girls. We’d eat red licorice and listen to “The Band of Horses” or “The Cave Singers”, like really loud. Are you feeling my vibe? Yes, get in to my car then!
I might have to sit on a telephone book to reach the gas pedal. lol. Priscilla has one of those awesome bench seats. They are mega gigantic, width wise and in length. A small family could fit in the front seat alone. The benches are fashioned from shiny, hard vinyl, you know that kind that burns the crap out of the backs of your legs in summer when you are wearing shorts. It is part of what makes it so awesome! Oh and I bet she sadly has only about four seat belts, even though twenty small humans could fit in her grooviness. This could be a problem as I do have to transport twenty small humans a day around. For real. Don’t laugh. At least I could look cool doing it! Who says Moms’ have to drive mini vans? I don’t and never will, unless it is an old VW bus, because I am just cool like that…LOL… actually, don’t tell anyone but I am part nerd/part princess. (self proclaimed on the princess part). Don’t judge me. It’s not nice. S&J…. I can hear you laughing from here.
……ain’t she pretty though? Scott????