It has been a long time coming, but the deed is done. I told my husband to just look at it like ripping off a Band-Aid. He still wants to throw up a little in his mouth every time he sees it, but I am not going to pretend I feel anything other than the sense of having met with destiny.
We got a minivan.
For some reason, society likes to brand this parental milestone as the epitome of being un-hip, or that it is the final nail in the coffin containing a person's sense of individual self. But I think that is just plain ridiculous. I am not the kind of person who determines how cool she is by the kind of car she drives. But I am the kind of person who has probably never really been cool, anyway. So with that said, I will say loud and proud: I LOVE MY MINIVAN!
In fact, I love my minivan so much that a regular old blog post didn't seem enough to announce its advent into my life. As I searched for inspiration, the same line kept popping into my head: "I like minivans and I cannot lie..."
So, without further ado, I give you "My Van Is Stacked."
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