One of the cool kids with a new car...

This just happened over here.
And, seriously, kids, I freakin giggle like a schoolgirl every time I get in the thing.

Partly because it's so much fun to drive a stick shift.
Partly because it had 2 whole miles on it when we bought it.
And partly because it has a bloody ah-may-zing interior. Say that three times with a British accent while dancing around your room.
I practically guarantee you will look and sound exactly like me.
Because I speak with British accents while dancing in circles every time I'm deliriously happy.
I've decided to live with it and I suggest you do to.
If you don't mind.

Soooo, here's the inside.

Black leather with red stitching and custom floor mats.
Race car, adjustable steering wheel.
And that really, really beautiful stick shift thing that makes me feel like one of the cool kids.
It's my mid-life crisis.
Let's roll with it, shall we?

And last but not least, the man who makes every amazing thing possible in my life...

This guy.
Say, Hello to Mr. Incredible.
Also known as husband.
He's just happy that I'm happy and says he would like to drive it sometime.
When my crisis subsides.

Zoom zoom...