Yesterday I could not believe my eyes. Waiting in line to pick up RNR from the elementary school, I spied a Maserati Quattroporte. What? In my hood? Really? And neither Jessica Simps nor a Cowboy was driving this vehicle. Just a brunette with a ponytail. I did hear that Deion Sanders recently moved nearby so that his son could play for our local high school. Don't know about that for sure. I thought he lived in Prosper, but I guess he could easily buy a home around here to allow his son to play for whatever team he wanted to. Not meaning to start any rumors of my own here.
Now, I'm not a "car" person. If you have seen my ride, you know it is not about status or identity or much of anything; it's about pure transportation. Seriously, the van has seen better days, and if I lived in SoCal, I would be begging you to turn me into Overhaulin' for the ultimate minivan pimping. Despite its missing wheel cap, dents, and inoperable driver side lock, it gets me where I need to go. From the outside, pretty it is not. Okay, inside it's not that awesome either. But I swear if I crashed and drove off the road and was not found for weeks, I could survive on the french fries, cheerios, and half-full water bottles found under the back two rows. If you have ever driven with me, you probably agree that there's something a little comforting about that.