After a few hours in the heat, DH agreed to get the '03 Toyota Camry I had my eye on. Mostly for the rear seats, child-locks, tinted windows, window locks; It's meant for kids. This big ball below my tits is a constant reminder that I will be needing a child
proof ready car...
His Chevy was a far cry from kid quality. Leg room was not an option in the back. I literally had to put my feet up on the seat
just to sit @ 5 foot and barely 100 lbs. Don't get me started on the interior...a sand blaster wouldn't make a dent.
My Ford needed
a lot of work and inspection was only a couple months away. As said before I put enough money into it as was...not to mention I feel guilty asking pap to work on it. He aint getting any younger. Course his, "I'll look at it." Is more like, "Within the next
three months - I'll tell you want you need."
All of a sudden DH starts circling a '01 Solara...two door. Oh the memories I have in the back of a coupe...no you nasty minded shit. I mean growing up in one! Fighting with siblings and a dog, to squish out a door was enough. Not to mention, if the seat was already pushed forward! Then your pinned with a mutt next to you and a shit head up
your ass.
Apparently, DH grew up in four door cars. This two door was
singing screaming out, "Midlife crises!" He wanted a sporty car so bad! "Look! Sun roof!! Alloy tires...shiny! Now this, this right here, this is my dream car!"
"We'll take both!"
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