I’m counting down the days until I turn 40. It’s just around the corner. Well, ok, it’s almost a year away. But still. Soon.
And I’ve never had a sports car.
I have a hot new husband, a whole new life, and a baby on the way… at almost 40.
What I’m trying to say is that I’m an ideal candidate for a midlife crisis.
I keep lusting after these.
Go ahead.
Tell me I’m ridiculous.
I know, ok? I’m not gonna, ok? Gah.
But I want to. I mean, I don’t want to wrangle an infant in a car seat into the back seat of this thing, but… but….
The weather has been so incredibly beautiful lately.
And I drive 60 miles a day to and from work in this gorgeous sun-shiny weather with not so much as a sunroof in my Honda Accord.
The unfairness of it is almost too much for me to bear.
Lots of pretty countryside; some not-so-scenic, but lots of good Instagram opportunities. *These are a few things I pass every day on my way to and from work.
I’m trying hard, but I can’t think of one single reason not go go buy a 2012 Camaro Convertible.
I just need it, is all.
Girl, if you get that car, I might just have to get one too. Ahhh…wouldn't it be nice?
You need one in powder blue. All blondes do.
That sounds PERFECT. So very Barbie.
It would be nice for about five minutes, until the kids had a hard time with those big heavy doors and getting in and out of the back seat, and then there's that whole car seat situation… I think I just talked myself out of it. Sigh. Oh well. My Honda Accord is paid for (shout out to Dave Ramsey)!