Smuggy the Silver Prius
While I had book club at my house on Saturday afternoon (have you read “The Book Thief”? You have to!) my husband was out buying me a car. I convinced him to not buy something junky for the boys to use and instead get something newer for me to use and then I could pass the Highlander down.
Thing 2 is so upset to have to drive a “mom” car.
Jesus! What a whiner!
Nugget came home with a Toyota Prius Hybrid for me.
I love it.
I never wanted one and am totally confused about the whole part electric/part regular car thing. But after driving it for a few days, I adore it!
I’m calling it “Smuggy” because one of Nugget’s coworkers thinks that people who own Priuses are smug.
So be it. I’m going to plant myself in the left lane, going the speed limit. It’s going to be awesome!
I kid. I’m not going to do that. Not on purpose, anyway.
I don’t know if I’m going to Africa. Just because I volunteered doesn’t mean they’ll have room/need for me. Also, I’m not going to go anywhere but the hospital/hotel that we’ll be set up in. I’m going to the surgeries, not to tour Africa. Not this time, anyway.
If I get accepted.
I’ll let you know.