I was slogging through the ridiculous heat and humidity, lugging groceries, when I was stopped by this lovely little number on the street. I couldn’t usually care less about cars (except of course when rental companies promise me one then don’t deliver), but this one is sweet. And hot. Two good adjectives. I’m having daydreams of stepping out of it in some ridiculous black heels and tossing the keys to a grinning valet.
Oh, wait. The car seats wouldn’t fit in the back. Sigh.