This week’s hostess Tiggerlane says she wants CARS. She says it can be your current car, the first car you ever had, maybe your first new car with that new-car smell, a car you wrecked once, or even the dream car you would drive – given all the money in the world! Oh – and if you have a truck, SUV, lawnmower, whatever the local authorities allow you to drive, let’s see it!
Too many choices! I’m going to just keep it current. Let’s see, you’ve already seen my lawnmower. I could talk about the…yawn….MomMobile. Surely there’s got to be something around here with a little sizzle. Oh…wait, there is that Big Orange Jeep out front!
It started out as a regular orange jeep when we first bought it. In fact, the jeep we were first looking at was very black or some other subdued color. As we readied the paper work, I couldn’t help but notice the look of longing that my beloved kept throwing at the bigger, better orange jeep near the one we had chosen. I had barely finished asking if we should consider getting that one instead when Shaun started jumping up and down in glee.
I have to admit, it’s fun tooling around in a jeep. Especially on a warm day with the “lid” as we call it down. One of Shaun’s favorite places to go is off the beaten track. Places that an ordinary car couldn’t make it to.
We knew that we were bigger and badder then anyone else out there. It was a simple pleasure, but it was ours. Then one fateful day, it happened. We were at the top of a huge knoll when Shaun, being the friendly guy that he is, started talking to some folks that had already made it there. One of them happened to mention that he was amazed we had made it all the way up there with that “stock” jeep.
Shaun’s eyes glazed over and steam started pouring out of his ears. He was aghast that someone had dared to talk that way about his treasured jeep. The seed had been planted. Shaun set about slowly creating the most awesome jeep ever. Well, at least from certain (mostly male) perspectives!
If you ask me, I’d tell you that the jeep was done a long time ago. He still considers it a work in progress. I never know what essential part he’s going to order next. (Did you know that the post office will deliver gas cans to your door with just a label on them?).
Ah well…isn’t there some sort of saying about boys and their toys?