beep beep! beep beep! yeah!
I picked up my new car.
So far I have driven him the grand total of about 6 miles and have already given my stupid brain plenty of trivial things to worry about.
Even so, I think it's pretty cool....
I had no plans to assign this car a name - it's just a car, right? Why would a car need a name? But somehow my car has already acquired a name. When the dealer rang me up to offer me a choice of three different number plates, I chose the first one he mentioned because I didn't much care. I got home that night and C. asked me what plate I had chosen. Her instant response when I told her? She turned around with a big smile on her face.
"Vynnie? Vynnie the MINI!"
The reason for her excitement? The number plate I had chosen ends with the three letters "VYN". Something I hadn't given a moment's thought to until that second. They were just letters. In that instant those three letters became a name.
So now I drive a car called Vynnie the MINI.
What can you do?
Right. Enough procrastinating! Write that damn holiday post man.