I like love driving my mini van. Who am I?
One jean purchase away from these ladies -- that's who. But you know what -- I don't care. I'm not ashamed. I'm a mini van mom... but dammit I'm the hottest mini van mom in town.
Back up camera = sexy.
Look at my confidence level pulling out of a tight spot at Wegmans. I managed not to hit anyone and didn't even break a sweat.Automatic doors = classy.
It's like we have an invisible butler.
Tells me how many miles to empty = carefree.
I don't have to be paranoid about running out of gas. I know the last tick on the dash means I still have 50 miles to empty.
Passerby: "Wow, she likes to live dangerously."
Me: **Tilts sunglasses down. Says nothing**
Spacious = the cool mom.
Kids: "Can I invite a friend to the park?"
Me: "If they can fit in the car." (Already knows they can.)
Great sound system = DJ status.
Seriously the Trolls CD sounds amazing! So amazing in fact I may or may not listen to it even when the kids aren't in the car.Model year is in this century = serious upgrade.
2013 may seem like old news to some but not this chick. It's refreshing to drive a car that wasn't made when I was 6. Even though we both know my '98 Volvo was top of the line when it debuted (even had the heated leather seats) it was a legit grandpop car.
Me to the kids since the mini van upgrade:
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