Later, we'll head to Iceland (the store, not the country). It's the only place in town that sells frozen fruit. San Geraldo loves the berries. Well, San Geraldo IS the berries.*
We went for a walk Tuesday and saw a number of cars that looked like they'd be so much fun to rent. (Although I'm really grateful we don't have the same kind of traffic in our neighborhood.)
Click on any image to understand why it was so difficult to make up our minds.
|I LIKED THE PROFILE OF THE SEXY LITTLE GREEN NUMBER,|
BUT THE YELLOW WAS ALSO KIND OF COOL.
|AT FIRST GLANCE, WE BOTH FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE...|
|THEN I NOTICED THE SICK (AS IN TOTALLY COOL)|
WHEEL COVERS ON THE ONE AT LEFT.
|WHEN THE WHITE CAR CAME INTO VIEW, I THOUGHT I HAD FOUND THE ONE.|
|BUT I SAW THE CURRENT RENTERS TREATING IT ROUGHLY.|
|THEN HE GOT STUCK...|
|... AND THERE WENT THE SHOCKS!|
|SO, THIS IS THE CAR WE HAD TO RENT.|
(BESIDES, THE OTHERS WOULDN'T GET US ANYWHERE NEAR IKEA).
This song sums up the way I used to often feel as I drove to work. I'm so glad those days are over and I can simply enjoy the music and the talent.
*In case you didn't know, "the berries" is 1920s American slang for something pleasing... Just like "the bee's knees," "the cat's pajamas," and "the cat's meow".