Happy Monday! I’m linking up with the lovely Stasha over at The Good Life for Monday Listicles. This week’s list is Ten Things About Your Car. I really can't say enough about my car. She's one of the family. Yes we have a weird family. Don't judge. But when all is said and done, friends, my car is still right there waiting for me. Not quite as good as a cat or cute puppydog. You can still hug her, though. Just not in our Vegas summer. Your skin would melt right off your body. It woudn't be pretty. So, NO I have not hugged my car today. But I do still love her. Really.
My car is a red PT Cruiser. Her name is Bitsy. She’s sassy like me.
My car gets me from here to there. And it’s always good to be there, am I right?
My car is hardly ever clean. I have no excuse for that. I’m a slacker.
My car serves as an office, dinette, and trash receptacle at times. It’s good to be versatile.
My car never goes very fast, but it’s not her fault. The driver has speed issues.
My car moonlights as a cab to the airport. At least that’s what the neighbors told me. But they smoke something smelly.
My car stops for all pedestrians. Especially kids. And pretty redheads with nice long legs. Hello…..
My car and I once made it through a haboob in Arizona. Go ahead, ask me what that is.
My car has taken me to the Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market more than any place else. How sad is that?
My car may be growing something in the back seat. I smell it but I’m afraid to look. F.E.B.R.E Z.E. time.