Get ready with me to go car shopping with my boyfriend.
My lease is up on September 11th,
so I have a very little time to figure out what I’m doing with my car.
But I do know one thing for sure is that I hate my car
and I cannot keep it.
No offense at all to anyone that drives a Toyota Highlander.
I have just had nothing but issues with mine
and it’s just not comfortable enough for the kids.
So the goal today is to look at minivans.
I have tried so hard not to be a minivan mom.
I just didn’t see myself being one of them.
They’re just not good looking cars to me.
But I need to get over the look of the car
and go for the feel of the car.
Comfortability for me and my children.
You know, you can’t even see you
you’re in a part where a special guest has entered the room.
Haha.
Today the first appointment is to go and look at a Honda Odyssey,
which by far one of the ugliest minivans.
But you know, no other choice.
I’ve always wanted to do fantasy football.
Can I join?
Hmm, I don’t know if there’s any spots left. You can be on my team.
That was a very polite no, thank you.
Ideally I would really like a extra large third row SUV,
but those are just way too expensive,
even the used ones right now.
And I need To go comfortable,
affordable.
No matter what it looks like,
I guess. Reliable too,
if we want to go there. Last night we went and saw, um,
Deadpool, and there was way too many.
What would you call that? Coincidences or.
Yeah, coincidences pertaining to mine and Zach’s life.
I mean, what other car?
I mean, they could have had any other car in that video,
you know, but they had a Honda Odyssey, right?
That’s what it’s called? Yeah.
Like a lot. Like a lot.
Speaking of Deadpool, if you have not gone and seen it,
you should, because it was hilarious.
Yes. I stage my room for when you come over.
Of pictures with us. And then when you leave, I. I put them all away
in the closet in a box.
What’s written on the box?
Douchebag.
I asked Zach to write me a hand written letter,
and he brought one, and I’m getting pressured to read it,
and I think that I should read it when he’s gone.
So comment that I’m right and he’s wrong.
Why would you want me to read it in front of you?
Why would you want me to write you a letter?
Cause I like letters. And I delivered it by hand.
No, I’m just gonna tough it out.
I poked myself in the eye,
and then my mascara got underneath my eye,
and now I’m being offered eye drops.
Is that what you do? No,
you just tough it. Out.
You don’t think that would suit the pain?
No, it would make my makeup run.
Well, it’s better than going blind, right? I don’t know.
I thought it was sweet. I am a mom.
We do have everything.
Except eye drops.
I don’t have those currently.
No. I could.
I have some, actually,
in my work desk drawer. That’s where they are.
For what?
For my eye.
I was a little nervous about going car shopping
because it can be super stressful,
and I just don’t want to be a Krabby Patty in front of my boyfriend.
But I’m actually really excited it’s not becoming empty.
Look at how much is in there.
So gooey. It is gooey.
No, you are not.
That is my letter. Did you see the heart?
The heart? I did.
I did. Look at this artwork.
Beautiful. Chef’s kiss.
A little Vincent Van Gogh.
This is the final look.
Now let’s go pick out my outfit and go buy a new car.