I got so excited when I saw, ah hem, bought her that I forgot to see what kind she is.
I'll have a hot rod one day. Afterall, my boyfriend is a mechanic and obsessed with having one himself. I pull the wifey card and say quite matter of factly in my high pitched voice, 'What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine.' (I also like to remind him that I am responsible for having gotten him into hot rods and I am the one who informs him of the car shows and swap meets.) He doesn't like that.
Anyhow, as corney as it sounds, we'd like his and hers rods. Matching but opposite matching. I want mine primer black with red and white retro diner interior with subtle cherries painted on the fender. I'd like a '40 Ford scoop back but I'll take anything but a '53 Chevy. I'm sick to death of Chevys especially that year. They're every two feet. Mike just called now to say he saw a Chevy on a back road today and he wants me to go with him Friday night to look at it. Mike has had me peer through many a rusty fence to gaze upon the junk yard beauts.
It'll be fun parking them side by side at shows. Of course I'll buy outfits to match my car!!! Geez Louise!
Mike trying to be tough: