First I was gung-ho about getting another affordable, used, itty, bitty, economy car of the Honda or Toyota variety. But NOW, I'm looking at the prices of used minivans (low!) and picturing my poor mother-in-law wedged sideways into the backseat of our Toyota Matrix between two car seats (and GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE is back there) when she comes to visit, and I'm thinking how nice it would be to have guests in town and not have to take two cars every time we want to go somewhere without creasing our internal organs.
The fact is, I only drive three miles to work every day, so I wouldn't be gobbling up THAT much gas, and for longer trips a minivan does sounds sort of nice. And then there's the hauling-stuff-around factor which has become rather appealing as of late and then I read the description of the wonderful amenities a minivan offers and got to thinking, I MUST PROCURE A PLUSH CAPTAIN'S SEAT WITH SWIVELING CUP HOLDER, STAT!
So, we might buy a minivan. Or we might not. But we probably will. Or not. Or yes. Or ...
I just don’t know if I’m ready.
When you drive a rusted-out car with a crushed bumper and half a door handle and the whole thing is covered with bird shit, people's expectations of you are very low.
You speak English in complete sentences? Wow. I wouldn't have thought.
If I were to start driving a minivan, that could all change. I’d probably have to learn to cook with Hamburger Helper, and turn in permission slips and money for field trips on their actual due dates ... and my whites would have to be whiter ... and my colors brighter ... and my dishes more sparkly with less exasperated-frown-inducing detergent residue ... while right now, people are just amazed that I am gainfully employed.