I love my truck.
Posted: April 22, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 5 Comments »True confessions time. I think I might have been switched at birth. Sure, I look an awful lot like my mom (and all the women in her family) and sure, I’m a lot like my dad.
But here’s the thing…
I was raised in a middle class Jewish family. In the suburbs.
And yet. Here are some reasons why it just doesn’t add up:
So we took my Honda minivan into the shop yesterday to get fixed. (Did I tell you I was in an accident on a dark rainy night on Route 108? I’m fine!)
And you know what Enterprise gave me?
A truck!
Yay! A truck.
So if you see my driving around the ‘burbs in a 4X4, you will notice me smiling my ass off.
I love my truck.
Jon got a truck as a rental car a few weekends ago. A nice big Doge Durango. He loved it! Ride on girl!
Oh my God Wendy…you crack me up!…no way are you a nice Jewish girl from the suburbs, no way!
Did I miss the accident blog?!!
I’m coming over, we’ll drink some dirty martini’s and play monster trucks. You start scoping out the neighbors with the smallest cars. Parked on the street, of course.
I know exactly how you feel. I love trucks. I married my husband because he has two of them. Both are over 20 years old and I’ll still choose them over my nice little sedan any day.
Funny post!!!
Turn up that music and go do some donuts in an empty parking lot.