We bought a minivan on Saturday. Finally. After days and days of looking, comparing, driving ourselves and each other nuts, we finally found the "perfect" van. It's not exactly the same level of perfection as that "dream van" I told you about, but it was close enough for me. It's an ugly gold color, but who cares? I won't be riding on the outside of the van looking at the color. It was the last new o7 they had left and they were trying to get it off the lot, so we got a new van at a used price. SWEET!
No. Not sweet... Today we had one heck of a thunderstorm while driving home from the store- a real toad choker, as we say in these here parts. Water was coming in from all over the freakin' place; a steady trickle dripping in through an electrical button thingy up at the top by the compass, and another trail of drips coming in from down under the glove compartment somewhere, soaking the carpet. Can we all say a great big "OH, FRAP" on my behalf, please? We're going to call the car saleman guy tomorrow and I hope Darrell rips him a new one. I'm so mad. When it rains, it pours. Bad pun. Sorry. This crisis has thrown off my sense of humor.