I spent about four hours yesterday in my very practical, cute little SUV, and at about hour three I started thinking how much more fun it would be to do all that driving if I had something fast and shiny to drive.
(Yes, I understand that it would severely limit my ability to do my job, since I could fit pretty much no art in a fun car, but since we're being all theoretical here, please don't bring it up, ok? Thanks.)
I blame you, Daddy, for teaching your girls to love fast cars. You've ruined us for life :)
*image via tumblr
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