The time has officially come to say goodbye to this beauty:
After two long months of Matt’s car sitting in the driveway with a broken turbo, we were finally able to get it fixed today. It was not quite feasible for us to be a one car family for two months, so I am eternally grateful for Matt’s grandparents who loaned us their third car for the past two months. I am not kidding when I say that I will miss driving this car every Monday and Thursday. It drives well, parks great, and has the best visibility of any car I have ever driven. Best yet, it goes from zero to eighty in 4 seconds flat (JUST KIDDING, Anmama and Pop! It never once went above the speed limit. Well, maybe once. But that’s it.) While I am glad to have Matt’s beloved turbo fixed, it is a little sad to say goodbye to this 19 year old beast of a car.
In other automobile news, I have been known to utter the despised word “minivan” several times this week. Only because there is no way that we can fit three car seats, two parents, and an occasional obese canine in our Jeep Grand Cherokee. Ugh. I have sworn that I would never purchase such a thing (especially at the age of 27), but a reasonably priced used minivan might just have to be in my future. Unless I can get a killer deal on a sportier three row SUV. Is it terrible to pray for such a thing??