Friday, August 8, 2008

How hillbilly could we be?

When I first met Kevin he was driving this car and I thought it was his parents'. What 24-year-old guy was driving an old man's car?? Turns out it was an awesome car--a leather couch on wheels--comfortable, roomy, and one of the nicest cars I've ever ridden in. It probably helps that it was the vehicle he drove while he courted me. We took so many road trips in this car until it died in front of our house...and sat there for over a year!

There's something to be said about the first car you buy with your own workin' money. A sign that you're an adult. You can make big purchases. It was hard to say good-bye, but it is also difficult to look outside and see a dead vehicle. Oh, and the ticket for expired plates, but mainly the end of a trusty sidekick like the LHS.

The boys were front and center watching the departure of our dearly beloved car. Complete in Santa gear and underoos. Goodness gracious.

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