mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
My dad has been in the car business for, well, as long as he's had a legitimate job, and even while he was still doing illegitimate things. When we still lived in Arizona, so I was only three or four at the time, my dad worked for a Mercedes dealership and drove a demo that I remember the neighbors making a really big deal about. And actually at the time, I thought that all four-door sedans were Mercedes, but... what did I know. I just thought the neighbors were weird for staring at us when Dad took me to preschool.
Well my dad is still in the car business and still driving home demos from the Mercedes lot, and every once in a while, especially in the summer, he thinks it'll be a great idea to take home some really obscene luxury model (as if they're not all luxury, right?) convertible to scoot around town in, because we all know that Huntsville is a snobby-nosed silverspoon town anyway. So this morning, dad gives us a call and tells his girls it's time to get showered and dressed, because he's taking us out to lunch in an SLK.
So heels, pearls, big sunglasses and the red convertible headed over the mountain to lunch at some adorable little ladies-who-lunch place where we dejeuned on some delightful (real, not kiddy-menu-type!) food and cheesecake, and then went shopping for wedding gifts for Amanda and Virginia's showers...far too many people are hurrying up and getting married! And though the parents have now scuttled off to some really boring appointment with their accountant, we're headed out for another adventure soon, and it's really all a wonderful way to spend the day, I'd say.
In other news, I'm feeling about seven hundred percent better, if that's not obvious by the scootin' around town. I still talk like a little baby frog, and supposedly I won't sound right for another few weeks, but...it's nice to be back. It was a ridiculously hard week to get through, but thanks for everybody's concern. Made it out like a champ.
There's another adventure coming...off to wait for the red adventure wagon to come rolling up.
Well my dad is still in the car business and still driving home demos from the Mercedes lot, and every once in a while, especially in the summer, he thinks it'll be a great idea to take home some really obscene luxury model (as if they're not all luxury, right?) convertible to scoot around town in, because we all know that Huntsville is a snobby-nosed silverspoon town anyway. So this morning, dad gives us a call and tells his girls it's time to get showered and dressed, because he's taking us out to lunch in an SLK.
So heels, pearls, big sunglasses and the red convertible headed over the mountain to lunch at some adorable little ladies-who-lunch place where we dejeuned on some delightful (real, not kiddy-menu-type!) food and cheesecake, and then went shopping for wedding gifts for Amanda and Virginia's showers...far too many people are hurrying up and getting married! And though the parents have now scuttled off to some really boring appointment with their accountant, we're headed out for another adventure soon, and it's really all a wonderful way to spend the day, I'd say.
In other news, I'm feeling about seven hundred percent better, if that's not obvious by the scootin' around town. I still talk like a little baby frog, and supposedly I won't sound right for another few weeks, but...it's nice to be back. It was a ridiculously hard week to get through, but thanks for everybody's concern. Made it out like a champ.
There's another adventure coming...off to wait for the red adventure wagon to come rolling up.