Living in LA and saying you drive a lot, is kind of like saying you eat food a lot. Okay, it's actually not like saying that because your mouth forms different shapes and there's no direct object involved in the first statement and food is way more fun to talk about...but I think you get the idea. It's just a given. So when I say I drive a lot, there is no shock value. However, there is sometimes shock value involved in what I drive.
When I was 16 I got a yellow bug (new Volkswagon Beetle). I loved that car. I mean I truly loved that car. It was always reliable, catered to my needs and looked good; treated me much better than any guy ever did...until it broke down on me on the 405 a year ago. Hmmm, come to think of it, I still think it treated me better. Oops, left turn. Anyway, I still do miss my baby car.
But I didn't have time to mourn its loss because I live in LA (enter goes without saying statement about driving here), so the next day I was at the dealership putting a down payment on a new, adult car. I mean, I'm not 16 anymore, I needed something more mature. Okay, really I just don't like the new New Bug. But what else is cute? What else is girly? What else is ME? Oh yes! A Mini Cooper. But half of Los Angeles owns a Mini. How could I make sure when I was in the Whole Foods parking lot, that it was my Mini?
And then it hit me. Mini. That sounds like Minnie, as in Mouse. I love Minnie Mouse. I love polka dots. I LOVE bows. I'd obviously have to make my Mini look like Minnie. And so, the results are as follows.
Move over Angelyne