No worries though, I get to keep my mini van since most of the time it will be just me hauling around kids. *all the live long day* And I'm attached to my van, literally and figuratively. I'm not ready to say goodbye, and I'm certainly not ready to be parking a beastly vehicle at Target. Or Aldi. And don't even get me started on drive-thru's. Seriously, I would be a danger to society.
We've been scouring dealerships and Craigslist. I've learned a few things.
- Tell friends what you're looking for and BAM they are totally helpful.
- It's funny, because when we are looking for a vehicle our standards suddenly shoot through the roof. I mean, we want to buy from that person who maintained their car meticulously. And the interior? Well we want that to be super clean even though we're looking at vehicles that are ten years old (because HELLO, SUV=ridiculous $) Basically, we want to buy from someone that is the opposite of us. It must be in fantastic shape so that we can treat it with our usual messiness and it will still last. Totally logical.
- I sat in a Suburban at a dealership and wanted to cry. The hood alone is 100 feet long.
- I'm totally confused at the appeal of SUV's.
- Whatever magic ingredient is in those SUV's, it's made of money. One we drove past (while choking) was $73,000. I can't even. No words.
- Maybe we should just try to find an old limousine. And then I could use the privacy window and block out the noise. Frankly, it seems more practical.
- When we do finally find one...and on the rare occasion I have to drive it...everyone should just plan on standing back or moving over or whatever you've got to do to stay alive while I'm behind the wheel. It's like they should require a special license to drive those things.
- Just kidding, I'm sure it will be fine. *cough*
Mini Vans rule. And so do Volvo Wagons (which is actually my dream) but I have too many kids for that. Some people drive sports cars when they're old. I'll be in the Volvo Wagon.