Can You Hear Me Now?

I have sad news for the many suppository lovers out there. The old girl has been stripped of her identity. That's right, last week SuperHubby took her out and got her a new muffler and some belts. She's as quiet as a Catholic during their first Seacoast worship experience.

Turns out the suppoistory was embarrassing the boys as much as she was embarrassing me. Let's face it, when the elementary school principal turns to check out the monstrous noise coming in the parking lot every day, and it turns out that it's YOU every day, well...the cheeks grow a little rosy. Move down the road to pick up the middle schooler, and everyone looks at you like you've lost your mind because you're driving that thing, and the cheeks are deep red before we make it home.

So the great news is, I actually have a fairly nice van now that it doesn't make so much noise. At least she feels pretty (she's still a suppository, but she thinks she's gorgeous, and that's what really matters, right?). You can tell by the way she drives - she's proud. And we love her.

For those who long for suppository stories, never fear. The gas cap still doesn't come off without at least 2 people giving an assist. The cassette player doesn't work, and frankly, it has a cassette player. The back door doesn't lock unless you beg it, and the windows go down 100% of the time but only up 75% of the time. Choose your times wisely.

There will still be days when I want to shoot the suppository. Today, I like her. A little.