Paul and I took a cruise in my brother-in-law's Porsche while we were visiting for Thanksgiving.
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The highlight of Paul's life
When we got home I lamented to Paul that suddenly my Honda Civic didn't seem quite so glamourous. With a deep sigh (and slight roll of his eyes) he dutifully reminded me that I actually drive two sports cars. And they both poop.
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Polly can be the Porsche and Wilbur can be the Mercedes |
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Although neither of them are actually very fast and have poor pickup |
I'd take the "Mercedes and Porsche" over the real car any day, after all, the cars can't love you back or whinny!
ReplyDeleteLOL I love your hubbys logic ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL ain't that the truth! I'm not allowed to get another horse until my husband can get a Tesla :)
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