A Nightmare From Hell, AKA, Me Buying a Car

  I’ve had a busy couple of weeks.  I spent months trying to find the car I really wanted.  When I say the car I really wanted; I’m talking make, model, year, and all the little features I wanted on this car.  Yes, I’m that damn picky.  To be honest, it took almost a year to find the car.  There weren’t that many made and damn few of them were shipped to the US and I literally looked all over the US to find this one.
  A couple of weeks ago I found the car, went through everything you go through to buy a car, drove over two hundred miles to meet someone who drove my car over four hundred miles to meet me and get the papers signed and me take possession of my darling new baby, yes it is my baby and if you don’t believe me, ask my husband.  Came close to losing it before I ever got it home because I ended up having to take a detour to get home that I wasn’t expecting that landed me in the middle of a tornado.  That was fun.  Oh, the reason for the detour, a forest fire.
  I finally I got her home safe and sound and my only problem with it now is trying to keep one of my girls from trying to take it from me.  I’ve also got a four-year-old grandson who wouldn’t be above taking the keys to the thing and running off in it should he get the chance.  Yes, he is that smart and you have to watch that little munchkin because he is quite ingenious.  At times scary.
  I haven’t had a lot of time to enjoy my new acquisition because this past week hasn’t exactly been an easy one.  That’s another story and doesn’t belong here.  It is forthcoming but, not here and not now.
  Anyway, tornado and forest fire aside, I have my car and I will let the following picture speak for itself.