Brian's circa 1923 stick shift SUV no longer goes into reverse.

I would pay money to see him in his scrubs and cap pushing his vehicle out of his parking garage space every evening. 

He has to strategically park wherever he goes.

For some reason I find this fact to be hysterically funny, when the reality is that the very last thing we can afford to do right now is 1. pay a lot of money to fix a ten year old jaloppy and 2. buy a new car.

If we won the lottery {and if we played the lottery} these are the cars that would be on the top of my list.

A Porsche Panamera. Because it is hands down the best looking car on the road.

 A Range Rover. Because they're yummy.

 And because this is MY list of dream cars...mine is a Mercedes station wagon.

Followed closely by a 1988 Jeep Grand Wagoneer (I have a thing for station wagons) that I would keep at the white and wood (see the theme here?) house on Lake Michigan that was also purchased with lottery money.

And then when I start fulfilling my dream of rehabbing houses, because I won the lottery remember, I will buy me one of these...a 1967 powder blue Chevy pickup. With a stick shift. That actually goes in reverse. Notice that Brian needs the car and he gets one while I get three. One for him, three for me.

Yes. This is absolutely positively a most ridiculous and materialistic blog post. One in which will never happen. It is, however, helping to take my mind off the impending car situation. Let's hope B can push himself out tonight...