Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I am going from driving a mini-van to a station wagon. Unfortunately for the sake of your funnybone, it’s not a station wagon with wood panels on the sides. Fortunately for me, if there can be any fortune in driving a station wagon, it’s a Toyota Matrix which isn’t quite a station wagon, but classified as one. It’s a nice looking car, as station wagons and safety, cargo space, and fuel efficiency go. Things I have to care about now since I’m a mom and all my extra spending money goes to college savings and IRAs and, oh, the little things like FOOD and SHELTER. The hubby and I decided that feeding our family 3 meals a day plus a snack thrown in once in a while was more important than paying Big Oil Company a bajillion dollars a week for a tank of gas. Now at least we’ll only be paying half a bajillion dollars. Take that, Big Oil Company!
So when you see me whizzing around town in my Phantom Gray Matrix, just give me a sympathetic wave and know that I really was cool once. A long time ago. Like when I wore Cavaricci's.