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SUV Dreams

In 2004, we were blessed with a bright red, brand new minivan. I remember complaing to Doc that EVERYONE with kids had a minivan. Why couldn't we have one too? So, my husband did his duty and went out and got us our home away from home. It officially became a piece of crap when a gallon of milk spilled onto the floor of the front passenger seat. Of course, it was my fault. Since then, our van has been anointed with all sorts of fast food, toddler snacks, vomit, papers of all kinds, coffee cups, dog hair, puppy pee, spilled liquids, etc. Recently, our already beat up minivan was in an accident. The kind where it was crushed like a sandwich. The poor thing had to be driven carefully to the body shop and the boys and I waited for our rental. The rental place had just that morning promised me a large SUV. Who cares about global warming when you can drive around in THAT? As I do a little dance in my head thinking about having ample room for my brood and pretending that the SUV is actually ours, I look out the window and do a double take. I blink in denial. I slowly shake my head and say, "Noooooo! He promised me the SUV." In a tragic turn of events, the rental guy brought me another minivan. As we are driving home in the immaculate van, the boys exclaim how cool it was. I laugh and say, "That's only because you can see the floor." Now all I have to do is hope that the body shop totals our van and we get a new one.

Comments

Andrea said…
Ha, ha. Funny story.

Sorry about the accident. I'm assuming and thankful that everyone is okay. I take it your van was empty since it's the only one mentioned in the accident?
Dee said…
I was driving home from meeting Tess at Focus on the Family. I was minding my own business on I-25 when traffic came to a dead stop. I came to a full stop and then this guy slammed into me from behind and made my car hit the guy in front of me. All five boys were with me and Liam was screaming he was so scared. The boys were fine, but I was brain dead. No one called a cop and so it took a couple weeks for the other guys's insurance company to accept liability after the investigation. I didn't like the wait, but I'm glad everything worked out in the end. My stomach was in knots and I learned a lesson.
striving... said…
To bad it was not totalled enough to get ya' all a new car! I am just thankful all of you were okay.

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