The day has finally arrived. If pushing a human being out of my body didn't convince the world that I'm a mom, they'll certainly be convinced now.
I drive a minivan.
The switcheroo happened this past weekend. My parents drove down with a full van to move my brother back into school (yay!), and they drove back to Ohio in a much emptier sedan.
Although not completely empty- I have reached a stage in life where I want crap out of my house. Lucky for me my siblings are entering a stage in their lives where they are moving into first apartments, and therefore need crap for their houses.
But I digress.
Here she is:
So, I've got my Swagger Wagon. And I'm not ashamed to say that I like it.
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The second installment can be found here.