Dad just bought a new car. Our first ever new car. It smells new. It looks new. And it's actually new. Never used.
So could I possibly be driving the ol' jetta afterall? It feels like my car. It's used. It's small and easy to drive. Dad has his truck, mom will proli be driving the new one, and so that leaves me and miss jet- I hope that's how the ball will roll...or should I say the wheel. Mom's trying to push it in my direction but really it's up to dad. The jeep can go to my egghead sister and the astrovan to a friend then things will be simple and everybody happy. Let's hope for the best.