Bruce had to go! The brown car I liked so much was hit from behind twice, then from the front only a few weeks later. The minor damage to the front bumper was repaired posthaste, and Son, DIL and Potty Mouth Adopted Daughter, (better known as PMAD) ganged up on me to find an immediate replacement. Son called his favorite car sales person and searched my best options for availability. I grudgingly agreed to go drive a car or two after my cardmaking class last Friday. Meanwhile I quizzed drivers of comparable models and was more confused. I didn't want to buy a car, I didn't want to drive Bruce anymore! Oh what to do!
...and then I met Miss Kitty. She is that soft sparkly white that I once admired on a luxury SUV, with options I never knew I wanted, that have now become necessary. How quickly that happens. Now I can relax and stop worrying about what to drive! Miss Kitty just purrs.
