We have a rental car this week.
It is a Toyota Camry. It was supposed to be a Ford Taurus, but we got this “foreign job-y” instead. We laughed. We scoffed. We thought about returning to the counter and demanding a REAL car. We’re a Ford family. Through and through.
I think when my husband (and possibly father-in-law) reads this, I will be banished forever.
But I just have to say it. I have to get it out.
I think I am in love with the Camry.
I only slightly worry about the gas peddle sticking as we go careening down steep mountainside roads. It’s sort of always in the back of my mind.
But it really is a cute car. I kind of can’t stop staring at it. Don’t know why. And it smells new. I’m a sucker for that new car smell. And I like how it beeps when you unlock it with the key fob. I’m a simple girl. I’m all about the little things.
So, I’m sorry, dear hubby. And since I know we will never, ever in a million, TRILLION years own one, I am going to enjoy The Week of the Camry while I can.