Click and Clack would be ashamed.

I'm not a car person. I love my car because it gets me from point A to point B quickly, is small enough to park on the side streets in Georgetown, and the cd player allows me to sing at the top of my lungs in public without anyone having to hear the caterwauling. When we were shopping for a car to replace my trusty Civic, I had three deal-breakers:
  1. The car must have a cd player.
  2. The car must have a sunroof.
  3. The car must NOT be a mini van or any other mom-ish car.
Everything else was negotiable. Much to the frustration of hubby. 2 door or 4 door? Don't care. Color? Don't care. Point A to point B while singing. That's all I need.

Except today? Today I drove a big-girl car. With more than 2 doors. And a sunroof. And XM radio. And heated seats... aaaaaahhhh. As I was driving this beautiful loaner back to the dealership, I seriously contemplated calling them up and saying that they couldn't have it back, that I had been to the doctor's and had the car surgically attached to my backside. But that I'd trade them my little buggy in it's place.

Drinking a toast to heated seats on a crisp fall day. Mmmmmm....

Ok

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