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I Feel So Much More Buff

I am so much less a soccer mom than I was a few hours ago! Here's my new wheels...

And then we have Vanna, who is just as thrilled as I am about our sporty new truck. She has figured out every feature and already knows the keypad code to get into the car. She has adjusted and readjusted the rear air, put the seats up and down, checked out all the bells and whistles (including the handy cup holders) and regularly shows me the new discoveries. And to think, we've only had the thing five hours! When we went to Walmart tonight, she wanted to "test" it out by leaving the keys locked in the car and using the keypad to get back in, but I decided not to tempt fate.
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Rochelle said…
Well now that Lil' Chic has it all broken in for you...ENJOY! It is gorgeous...have a great vacation!
8/10/2007 9:51 PM
Truckin Teeds said…
Looks lovely! Hope you guys enjoy your camping trip. We look forward to seeing pictures when you get back.
8/12/2007 9:26 PM
Unknown said…
Love the car but that Little Chic is even cuter!
8/15/2007 1:01 PM
Amy B. said…
I love it! I'm sure you are gonna look like one hot mamma driving around town :) Much sportier than the van, by the way ;)
8/15/2007 3:17 PM
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