Introducing THE MINI

Ya'll it is a small, small world. Especially where mini vans are concerned.


Adam took Reese to the doctor this morning to be tested for RSV because I turned into some kind of hypochondriac the moment she was born and have convinced myself that something is wrong with her. She has been congested for 3 straight weeks and I don't think that is normal. Plus I am fearfully that any day now when I go to buy more saline drops for her nose I am going to be put on some sort of list for potential meth manufacturers. And if you think they don't use something as simple as saline drops to cook illegal substances, you my friend, don't deal with current day teenagers. They will use whatever they can get their hands on.

So when he pulled into the parking deck he said it was like a halo from Heaven surrounded his dream car when he saw it again. Actually he did not say that, but he thought it. Trust me, he thought it. And I bet he could hear angels singing too.

Parked in the parking deck was the exact mini van that once held all of his love and adoration. And he knows this is the exact one because a lucky lady named Mimi became the proud owner.


Ya'll, I can't make this stuff up.

By the way, A-Master (which I am so not going to be calling him that because it takes too much time to type that out) swears that I am lying about him taking the mini van over his truck on a fishing trip. But ya'll know what I have to say about that? I would deny it too. Deny it to the grave.

And this is why I love A-Master- he cares enough about this blog to email me the above picture. Oh, and the simple fact that he is a laugh a minute.

I am so glad that ya'll got to meet THE mini van. (When I asked him the model of the mini van yesterday he told me, "don't diss it on the blog." Who says men aren't mind readers?)

I have a confession: today when I read the comments that Leigh and Brittany wrote about my stories being "hilarious" and that I should "write a book"- ya'll I cried tears of joy. Sheer joy. Because that is so sweet that they actually think I am smart enough to compose things that are remotely entertaining. (Or maybe they are laughing at me instead of with me??) I give all the glory to A-Master for giving me blog material on a daily bases. He's a real peach.