I have a confession to make. In less than the time it takes to say 'Who's having a midlife???', I appear to be in the throes of a humdinger.
A humdinger.
Let me explain.
First, Google caught me looking at Jimmy Choos, and now every time I go out to do a news surf, pop ups for Jimmy Choos appear andlure tempt seduce me into looking. Every time.
And, well, I got to drive a Mustang yesterday. And that may have been a verrrrry bad thing.
Said Mustang? Reignited my lust for cars that purr under your butt and respond nicely when you accelerate and feel HOT to drive and just make you go, "I am driving a classic, performance machine and ILOVEITVERYMUCHTHANKYOUVERYMUCH!"
For the record, my car history for the last two decades looks like this:
1984 Honda Accord hatchback. Red. 5 speed manual transmission. My very first car ever that I picked out, then bought and paid for and owned for 15 years. Loved it. Husband ended up driving it after we hatched two children and needed something with more room that didn't make me throw my back out getting said children into their respective car seats in the back every time we loaded up. I was very sad when I no longer got to drive this car. Which I loved, and to this day, miss. And which is the last car I had to shift for a long time.
1990 Ford Taurus. White. Automatic transmission. Ugh. Acquired used via relatives. Bad bad memory with that POS, ending with a seized engine on the freeway during rush hour traffic with two unhappy kiddos in the back seat. NOT a happy experience.
1992 Plymouth Grand Voyager. Light frosty blue. Automatic transmission. Ahem. No less than 14 recalls later, including one where 'the back passenger seat could fly out the back hatch due to faulty seat anchors', we got rid of this really really bad choice of a vehicle. Really bad choice.
1998 Toyota Previa van. Forest green. Automatic. Traded in during a crisis following my Dad's death. I lost my mind, what can I say?
1997 Toyota Camry. Bronze. 5 speed manual. Also had an aftermarket alarm that would trigger for no reason and NOBODY would remove for us for reasons we never could figure out. Caused more fights in our household than anything ever before. We decided the car might be cursed, so we traded it in for another Previa van. Which was the right choice. Definitely. Bickering of that frequency and magnitude? Not good for anyone.
2000 Toyota Previa van. White. Automatic. Catastrophic drive train failure occurred, with an estimated $5K repair bill that made us both question ever buying another Toyota again and bail on this one.
1998 Nissan Altima. Olive green. Automatic. (Great car. Very reliable. We still own it. Technically it's Daughter's car, but hubby drives it from time to time to keep it going.)
2005 Nissan Altima. Arctic white. Automatic. (Current car.)
We also own a beautiful, full sized Nissan pickup (cranberry red) that my husband drives. It's awesome. But it's his. We know this.
If this history doesn't illustrate my dedication to motherhood, to supporting the family effort, to providing safe transportation for my children and no end of their friends during the years, nothing does.
But now Mama wants something 'purry', something with some HP, something that just makes her smile when she gets in and fires it up every morning.
The Jimmy Choos are optional, but I'm guessing if the 'Stang happens, there's a pair of Choos in my future too.
A humdinger.
Let me explain.
First, Google caught me looking at Jimmy Choos, and now every time I go out to do a news surf, pop ups for Jimmy Choos appear and
And, well, I got to drive a Mustang yesterday. And that may have been a verrrrry bad thing.
Said Mustang? Reignited my lust for cars that purr under your butt and respond nicely when you accelerate and feel HOT to drive and just make you go, "I am driving a classic, performance machine and ILOVEITVERYMUCHTHANKYOUVERYMUCH!"
For the record, my car history for the last two decades looks like this:
1984 Honda Accord hatchback. Red. 5 speed manual transmission. My very first car ever that I picked out, then bought and paid for and owned for 15 years. Loved it. Husband ended up driving it after we hatched two children and needed something with more room that didn't make me throw my back out getting said children into their respective car seats in the back every time we loaded up. I was very sad when I no longer got to drive this car. Which I loved, and to this day, miss. And which is the last car I had to shift for a long time.
1990 Ford Taurus. White. Automatic transmission. Ugh. Acquired used via relatives. Bad bad memory with that POS, ending with a seized engine on the freeway during rush hour traffic with two unhappy kiddos in the back seat. NOT a happy experience.
1992 Plymouth Grand Voyager. Light frosty blue. Automatic transmission. Ahem. No less than 14 recalls later, including one where 'the back passenger seat could fly out the back hatch due to faulty seat anchors', we got rid of this really really bad choice of a vehicle. Really bad choice.
1998 Toyota Previa van. Forest green. Automatic. Traded in during a crisis following my Dad's death. I lost my mind, what can I say?
1997 Toyota Camry. Bronze. 5 speed manual. Also had an aftermarket alarm that would trigger for no reason and NOBODY would remove for us for reasons we never could figure out. Caused more fights in our household than anything ever before. We decided the car might be cursed, so we traded it in for another Previa van. Which was the right choice. Definitely. Bickering of that frequency and magnitude? Not good for anyone.
2000 Toyota Previa van. White. Automatic. Catastrophic drive train failure occurred, with an estimated $5K repair bill that made us both question ever buying another Toyota again and bail on this one.
1998 Nissan Altima. Olive green. Automatic. (Great car. Very reliable. We still own it. Technically it's Daughter's car, but hubby drives it from time to time to keep it going.)
2005 Nissan Altima. Arctic white. Automatic. (Current car.)
We also own a beautiful, full sized Nissan pickup (cranberry red) that my husband drives. It's awesome. But it's his. We know this.
If this history doesn't illustrate my dedication to motherhood, to supporting the family effort, to providing safe transportation for my children and no end of their friends during the years, nothing does.
But now Mama wants something 'purry', something with some HP, something that just makes her smile when she gets in and fires it up every morning.
The Jimmy Choos are optional, but I'm guessing if the 'Stang happens, there's a pair of Choos in my future too.
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