Size Matters

Since the "Look, there's a horsie" incident...I've traded cars with Ricardo. It's for my own good, that I've put myself in a timeout from my beloved minivan. We are now cruising in the car that my son refers to as the sporty silver car, a GrandAm. We're driving that while Ricardo, a noted professional driver, drives the minivan with the donut until the new wheel we had to order, gets here and gets on the car.

Pending our ever so reliable mail service, there's a potential to drive to gramma's house this weekend, all four of us, plus Farley the Wonder Dog, in the sporty silver car. This could be a family bonding experience, or a moment of adversity for us. Ricardo won't know it, but I'm sure he'll strike some kind of yoga pose and hold it for the 2 1/2 hour drive. All for the sake of seeing the best in-laws in the world and hitting a fun holiday parade. It's been a while since I"ve been able to just sit and visit with my parents in law, so I think it's worth it to share the back of the sporty silver car with the kids while the men-folk, Farley the Wonder Dog and Ricardo take the front. This could get interesting.

I'm a six footer, and Ricardo is 6' 8", the children AND the dog are large for their ages and breeds. So, I'm guessing we'll spread joy and laughter to all who get the opportunity to see us pile in and out of the sporty silver car. Just like the clowns at a circus. Good times.

That's how I'm rolling....