At least 100 years ago, I owned a minivan. Let’s just start with the fact that it was free. I didn’t buy a minivan, it was a hand me down from my dad when I got out of college. But damn it was uncool. I was 21, single, driving a minivan and it was hawt. But free. Whatever, I couldn’t wait to get rid of that thing. The upper right corner of the windshield leaked and no matter how many times I took it to the damn dealer, they couldn’t fix it. So like the cool 23 year old I was, I traded it in for a Saturn. But whatever, I SWORE I’d never own a minivan again. EVER.
Until today. Or maybe tomorrow. But SOON. Yup, I’m buying a minivan. And I’m SOOO excited. I am officially the coolest person I know.
Do you own a minivan? Have kids? Then you KNOW. You KNOW what I mean. The double sliding doors. The small parking spots. The small people with car seats. The preschool pickup. The space to move around on a road trip. The drop in seats. The space. The automatic gate. Holy crap, I’m getting HAWT. Minivans are amazing. What was I thinking shunning the minivan all these years later? Playing the cool card? Making fun of the minivan and all those that own one. Talk about not cool. Me, all these years. So not cool.
Oh wait, did I tell you that I bought a Roomba this week too? I’m not sure what happened to me but I’m such a suburban housewife. Me, my minivan and my roomba.