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.
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.