I love, love cars. I always have and owe that to my Dad. He has a car dealership and I never know what they are going to be driving when I go see them.
I’ve been known to walk with him behind a running bus just to smell burning diesel fuel.
That is one of my favorite smells in the whole world. For reals.
Then comes the hubs. Who loves cars.
I think that proves I add to some kind of statistic, right?
We’ve had 12 cars since we’ve been together.
We had NO cars when I gave birth to Cooper. Like ZERO. Like went from 3 to 0 in 2 days.
My mom was in a panic. Probably because her daughter was freakin 2 weeks over due and we didn’t have a way to the hospital!
Don’t worry, we got a rental thats proudly displayed in all our coming home pics.
Long story short, we went to NY last week for the hubs grandma’s funeral. We had just listed hubs car for sale, because well, hes had it for a year…time for a change up.
When we got there, my SIL said her BF/EX/Friend/Secret Lover’s parents wanted to see the car.
Well, they saw it. They liked it. They bought it.
And we came home in a rental.
Oh and guess what? We always list our cars at once, for some reason beyond me, and someone wants to come look at my car tonight. I feel a rental coming on.