I wish I could write about my cute children. But that would require children. Which would require getting knocked up. Which would require a dude. or a turkey baster. Too much work just to get blog fodder.
However, I do have a badass volvo station wagon from the early 90s. I know, you’re jealous. His name is Vincent and he’s my baby! So this blog is devoted to the badass white volvo wagon, and the insane adventures that revolve around him. Does your car have a 100,000 mile thingy on the front fender? Does it leak coolant? Does the trunk refuse to stay latched? Does the front hood like to play peek-a-boo?
Yeah.. I didn’t think so.
