My Subaru, effective tomorrow, is history. Some young guy who wants to take it “off road” bought it. I just wanted something to haul crap in. So here it is, in all of its glory. I’m a little sad about it, but I’ll get over it. I just think about when I bought it and Mike and I called it “The Lily-Pad” since the only reason I sold my convertible was to prepare for the arrival of Lily.

But . . .

HELLO Volvo! For a wagon, it’s fairly sexy . . . Kelly upgraded to a BMW X5. It ain’t no X5 but it’s a whole lot swankier than the Subaru. AND it doesn’t smell like a combination of smoke and french fries (not yet at least - although I don’t smoke). Now if I could just keep those pesky critters from messing up the back seat . . .