You might be asking yourself, if you were to drive past our house or to see us tooling down the road somewhere, WHY IN THE WORLD has this:
very large and very sporty and very white Jeep become part of the Noodle/Goose family? Have we become Cowboys? Vaqueros? Too cool for words? or (of all things) SPORTY people who have need for a 4 X 4, 4 wheel drive Sport Utility Vehicle with big old tires and attitude?
Worry not, gentle readers. Big White Jeep is only a temporary blip in the life of this mini-van family.
It all began a while back, when we zipped up to Ohio for a quick weekend surprise wing-ding to celebrate Opa's 80th Birthday. Happy Birthday Opa!!!!! It was a splendid quick weekend, chock full of games and astonishing food and dogs running pell mell in the woods and snuggling the littlest cousin.
(Really, when the curry and gado/gado and waffles and satay and peanut sauce and carrot cake and cookies and 'garbage' sandwiches and everything else we managed to stuff down in very short order was that yummy AND the cousin that SO freaking adorable, one might not remember to get photos of other things we did).
It was all good and Sunday afternoon we struck out for home - 7 hours away. And then. Right - and I do mean right - before we crossed the river out of Ohio the mini-van died. Just died. Right there on the interstate highway. Which could have been so so so so so much worse than it was, because we were right by an exit (#1) and were able to coast all the way down the exit ramp and pull over onto the wide shoulder of the road before all movement stopped within a short stroll to a service station. From which we discovered that within a mile of where we were there was a) a towing company/repair shop, b) a car rental place and c) a dog friendly hotel. The latter being necessary because the car rental place would not open until the next morning and the news on the mini-van required us to make use of both b and c.
So we overnighted in Ohio and the next morning, rented the only available car - the big, white, rental Jeep and headed home. Since then, we've been bouncing around town in our alter-egos and to tell the truth, it's kinda fun, in an 'oh, if only gas weren't so crazy expensive and I so hopelessly nerdy' way.
Don't you think it looks rather well in our rapidly 'springing' front yard?
Yeah, probably not. So later this week we'll zip back up to Ohio (just barely) and retrieve our resuscitated mini-van and give back the big, white, rental Jeep.
Fun while it lasts.
In other, completely non-related news, we seem to have a hostage situation developing in the bathroom here. Zora has discovered that Maizie can't jump into the bathtub after her and Maizie has discovered that Zora can't jump back out of the bathtub if closely monitored. For hours.
As if my life wasn't complicated enough already.
