inevitable
time to embrace destiny
and twelve cupholders
Well, I don’t know if there are actually twelve cupholders. There may be more. How awesome is that?
Yes. You heard right. I just called the new minivan awesome.
But it’s fancy, you guys. There are all kinds of magic hidey-holes and a moonroof and a camera to make sure I don’t run over anyone when I back the thing up. Fancy.
I’m a little sad to see the Volvo go. It was a nice station wagon, made even nicer by the random license plate it had with MLF in it. Too bad I couldn’t keep the MLF tag, but I guess the trade was worth it.
79 cupholders!
Cold air conditioning!
A place to plug in the ipod!
Children blessedly more than an arms-length away from each other!
Built-in window shades!
The minivan is cool. It is fancy cool, and I dig it. So there.
Minivans are awesome. They may not say sexy like a sports car, but I have loved mine for the past nine years!
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I was a little *eek* when we got ours, too. I mean, nothing says “I don’t have a life of my own anymore” like a minivan. But it’s so freaking cool (Honda Odyssey) that I can’t imagine going back to a sedan, no matter how sexy or cool or whatever. You can nap in the truck, I swear. How can you beat that?
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Is it an Odyssey? That’s what we got, too, and I luuuuuuuuuuuuurves it.
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