The van arriveth

Ok, ok, I know I haven't posted in a while, and for that I am sorry. But, I come bearing gifts! Gifts in the form of pictures, which probably isn't much of a gift. It is better than one of those T-shirts that say "He didn't blog in over a week, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

Ok, maybe that would have been better.

I give to you.... The VAN!


Yes, commuters beware. Heidi doesn't mean to look down upon all of you *cough* sedans and *gasp* coupes. She doesn't believe she is better or superior. It is merely the thrill of the V6 engine and the stylish lines of the spoiler that could make anyone feel "bad to the bone"... If you meet her at a stop light and she begins to put on her leather gloves, you are in for a treat. Prepare to eat diaper dragster dust (which, now that it is in writing, sounds kinda gross).

In all seriousness, we are both very pleased with the van. It has more buttons and gizmo's that even I know what to do with. This is actually one vehicle where I have read the manual. Sure, I wont read the manual on our hedge trimmer (if I had, I would have seen the part about not using too close to the power cable ---- oops), but the vans' I read. Go figure.

I wont bore you with the details, but even a couple of my "anti-minivan" friends have been impressed with some of the features. I will say this... it has a laser. What is cooler than a frigging laser attached to a frigging minivan?