I took a four year hiatus from blogging, but these are trying times, folks. I'm here to bring you real, endearing, and sanity saving stories from the 2020 lock-in.
Some days, I barely survive. Other days, I'm crazy awesome.
Yoy is my husband's nickname, so naturally, I'm Mrs. Yoy.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. The ultimate made-up holiday.
Oh, I buy into it, don't get me wrong. I sent cards to all of my family and Mr. Yoy bought fillets to cook for dinner tomorrow night. Now that we have kids, we don't get to go anywhere fun, especially on a "holiday". Think about that the next time you have the urge to start a family.
This being my Valentine's post, I feel the need to profess my love. Not to Mr. Yoy. Not to the little Yoys. Not even to the dog.
Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of something big. Not only is it Valentine's Day, but it is also the anniversary of when Mr. Yoy finally caved and bought me my beloved minivan.
I have to say, I love it more now than I did a year ago.
Yes, it has some love scratches and dents, most of them self inflicted (damn you Piedmont Hospital parking deck!), but I see none of that when I look at the big red bus. I see love.
So I thought I'd give you the top ten reasons why I love my minivan.
1) It warms my butt when I am cold.
2) It holds all fourteen of my open water bottles, Coke Zero cans, and whatever else I may be drinking at the time.
3) It has blue tooth which allows me to listen to Big E's crappy music via my phone at all times. Sometimes I get to listen to my music, which makes me happy.
4) It has a backup camera which allows me to see behind my big red bus. It has erased my ability reverse any vehicle without such camera.
5) AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! AUTOMATIC SLIDING DOORS! Need I say more? Oh, but I will. I am able to have Little E in my arms, a 50 lb diaper bag hanging from my elbow, a drink in hand AND still be able to load the Yoys.
6) I could rent out the cargo space to a family of four to live in. This really could happen. I even have a portable toilet back there. All they would need is running water. And maybe some privacy curtains.
7) It has sunshades on all the passenger windows. No more hanging those ugly suction things on your window. You could pull them up or take them down as you need.
8) It has a separate little mirror so I can watch the Yoys without turning around. Like a real bus driver! It makes me legit.
9) It is red. The red is a constant reminder of the love Mr. Yoy must feel for me to purchase a car he absolutely hates. It took him awhile, but he finally started driving it. Mostly because I'll let him listen to the ESPN Fantasy Sports Sirius station when he drives.
10) It has like ten thousand airbags. Not that this gives me a license to drive like a texting sixteen year-old, but there is something comforting knowing the bus has some of the greatest safety features and ratings out there. Why shouldn't I have the best for my Yoys?
Ok, I'm done professing my love for an inanimate object. I fear I'm starting to sound a little bit like Brick Tamland from Anchorman. I LOVE LAMP!
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day with whoever or whatever you love!
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