Remember how the van bit the dust? Yes, well it has been sitting at the car shop since then until we could decide what to do with it. Much is involved in that decision. First we have to clear everything out, which in itself will be epic. I have everything from sunscreen to boots that don't fit anyone to my my marriage certificate. ha. Really. Then we have to decide where to dump it. Did you know that there is a fine to bring it to a dumpster??? Absurd.
I didn't want us not having a car to be a family affair, but my dad and Mr Incredible are going to try try try to make the van drive from the shop to the store. My Dad following Mr Inc in case the car breaks down. When I told my dad that I would follow him so my Dad didn't have to be involved, he looked at me as though I was asking him to direct me toward the best dating sites or to give me internet fax reviews. In other words, he thought it was absurd for me to risk waiting on the side of the road with the girls in tow, while we waited for the tow truck.
So everyone silently at your computers say a little "vroom baby vroom" for me. And the monstrosity called minivan.