After we ate about 3,000 calorie for lunch, we finally moved on to some car shopping. I drove an over priced Hyundai, a Saturn, a few other rice burners, and tried to drive a few Toyota’s and Honda’s but either they wouldn’t start (uh-oh) or the dealership claimed that they didn’t have the keys (huh?). And, finally, I met my soul mate of cars. Perfect size for taking the kids to gymnastics, art, or ballet… for about 25 mpg… and for a handful of cash… My beautiful little VW Jetta:

I’m offically a VW Momma. I’m in love with my new (old) VW Jetta! The only thing that makes me happier than being the owner of a “new” car is that this “new” car gets 25+ miles per gallon! Yahhhhhooooo! Save the planet AND get to town for less than $6. I’m a happy girl! My sweet Jeremy even bought and connected my Sirius radio. Fahrfugnugen Y’all!

We celebrated when we got home with a car wash and a beer. Austin seems to think he’s old enough for a swig…

But he had to settle for a momma kiss. Which, by the way, you are not aloud to outgrow. Momma kisses are good for life, cars are not… I said to Austin right after this pic: “Austin, you owe me all the kisses I can stand for the repayment of my 24 hours of labor with you.” He said? “That’s only one day of labor, what’s the big deal?” The “Big Deal”? The “Big Deal” wears a 13 in shoes, is as tall as I am, and eats me out of house and home. Geesh. Shut up and give me a fargin’ kiss!

And thank goodness my old man never gets too cool or too old for my kisses. He always appreciates them.

Thank you, Baby, for being my VW buying Sugar Daddy! I’m head over heels for you… My VW Jetta… and my Sirius radio!