A Mini Mini ... New To Us

Not only was today Jackson's first day of school, we also bought a "new to us" car. {Interpretation: used car}

Pretty snazzy, eh?

Maddie has been so excited to think about us getting a mini-mini van. We've been talking about it the last month or so, and Jack has been looking around, trying to find just what we need.

Until now, we've had 4-door-sedans, just perfect for our needs. But with having Hiyam and Maryam and others that we spend significant time with, we've felt the need to get a vehicle that would seat more than 5 ... and so the Kia Rondo is perfect for just that. Not a regular sized minivan ... but a mini-mini. My sort of word.

Maddie has claimed the back row as her seat. She's snuggled in, found the reading light and I think I saw a few stuffed animals propped in the seat beside her. Jackson is relegated to the middle row with windows that roll all the way down, and up and down and up and down once more. And me, myself and I, {oh, and Jack, too} have the front seat, complete with SUNROOF, and FOUR, count them, FOUR, cupholders. {2 in the middle and one in each door.} Um, hello prefect. That seems like JUST the right amount of Diet Coke to me!
I have to brag on my husband a bit. You know, he's so good at researching and being patient and waiting for just the right vehicle at just the right price. And he has in his head what his "out-the-door" price is, and dog-gone-it, he doesn't budge. Even when faced with "Vinnie the Great Big Italian Man With The Booming Voice and Thick Gold Chains and Watches."

You see, they agreed on a price. Vinnie and Jack that is. And then Vinnie tried to sneak in some fees. Significant in price I might add. So Jack said, "No." And they stared each other down, Jack refusing to pay the hidden fees. And after time and some voice raising and some long bouts of staring at each other. Voila. Big Man Vinnie backed down, shook hands and gave a good price. {I SO wish I could have heard the yelling match and witnessed the stare-down. Rats. I love a good *fight* as long as I'm not involved.} And for the record, I'm just a little wee bit nervous that Big Man Vinnie does have our street address and might have "guys" that might have a way of getting back the hidden fees Jack wasn't willing to pay. So if we come up missing in the weeks to come, and the only clue found in our home is a random piece of gold jewelry, you'll know it was Vinnie and his "guys."

So that's our fun day. It's not every day that you get a "new to us" car.

So, if you see a mini-mini zipping by {because the manual did say it could get up to 130 mph's}, with sunroof open and music blasting, just wave, nod your head and say, "She must be on her way to McDonald's to get a D.C. There's just no other explanation as to why she should be going so fast."