#30days ... my car

I'm grateful for ...

The Highlander Hybrid — She's my first SUV, first hybrid, first height on the road. I kinda love her. She's a little classy and a little rugged. Wood grain and cargo mats. Kinda like me.

I like how she drives and how my butt fits in the driver's seat. The hybrid gets us decent mpg and the V6 makes me forget that reality. We've put the tow hitch and roof racks to regular use, hauling bikes and boats, here and there. I'm thankful for the vehicle that gets me from A to B and I'm thrilled that She makes it an enjoyable journey.

hello hybrid!

After my surprising and excessive (and, therefore, odd) giddiness whilst buying weed killer for my lawn last week, it is not as though I needed more evidence of my complete indoctrination into the cult of ADULTHOOD ...

However, I jumped straight into sainthood with yesterday's purchase of a HYBRID automobile!

Now, before thou freaks out and wonders if I've somehow forgotten myself completely, (after all, I am the girl who'd gladly drive a jacked up, gas-guzzling 4x4 if it were financially feasible ... and I lived on a farm and owned horses and a boat!), know that the aforementioned hybrid is a hybrid SUV. It's still bigger and higher and it's still a V6. Just, as a hybrid, it guzzles gas at the rate of a typical sedan instead of that of a truck.

She's pretty, ain't she?  

And no, I'm not pregnant (though mad props to Cayla for being the first to ask and Katie for being the first to hint at it being a family-sized car)!  Rather, we've got kayaks and bikes to haul on adventures!

And, yes, I do realize the ironic/contradictory nature of my love for chemical weed killer and my love for my new hybrid car. Perhaps adulthood is a whole lot about confusion and compromise and ever-changing constructs?

Onward ...