Today I spent a good part of the day with my parents. They bought a car from a dealership out of town and I went with them to pick it up. My dad asked if I wanted to drive it home. Of course!
My car is 10 years old. I love my car, but I am ready for a new one. I would love to have one with a bit more room, with a moonroof, with a beautiful shiny exterior and leather interior that has a butt warmer. Oh, and radio controls on the steering wheel. I want that, too.
No, I’m not a prima donna. I’m not expecting too much. This is all possible. I know, because my parents have it in theirs. Yes, a butt warmer in the seat.
So on the way home from getting their new car, guess who was the first person to drive it? Me. Pretty awesome, indeed.