Really important things

like cars.

We'll need a new one because in a few months we won't all be able to smoosh into the minivan any longer. Whaddaya think? A burb? But those drink soooo much gas and thirst for more. And NO I will NOT be caught driving one of those excruciatingly large vans that seat 500. The minivan was hard enough on my ego.

Speaking of cars, I realize that I have a problem. I've named it vehicular profiling. I categorize people according to the cars that they drive. When I met Husband, he drove a Malibu. Perfect, I thought. It seated four, wasn't flashy, screamed stability, and was always spotless.

Other examples:

• BMW (any model) = so self propelled that they will step on others to reach the top

• Honda Odyssey = a bit snobbish but at least they aren't driving the beamer anymore (I want one of these, by the way, and have never even driven a bmw. But I did have a crush on a boy in middle school who's initials were bmw. Get your mind outta the gutter.).

• Ford Focus = young, likes new things and buys them even though they can't afford them, also enjoys speed

• Acura Integra = spends a lot of time on being good looking but has bad intentions

• Old Beat Up Pick Up Trucks = now that's just hot. I have no idea why but it's true.

• Volkswagen Jetta or Gulf = in between two places: childhood and adulthood

• Scion: Pa-leeze.

I can't think of anymore models right now... All I can hear is Mr. P sniffing. I think that he may have a cocaine problem. He sniffs and sniffs even though there is nothing there and when I tell him to stop, he does... just like that. It's a new bad habit that only occurs when he's bored.

I betcha that those kids at his school hooked him up.

See?
Really important things.