Mini mine

Back in high school, I regularly babysat for a family with three children and their huge, loving dog.  When the youngest was just a newborn, I was asked to babysit on Mother's Day so the mom could enjoy her surprise present.  The gift: a brand new, red, two-seater Mazda Miata convertible.  Because so clearly this gift was for the stay-at-home-mother-of-three.  Even though I was a naive and trusting teenager, it was pretty clear Dad bought Mom a gift for Dad.  Just to be sure, he drove it to work every day.  Not impressive.

Flash forward quite a few years (ahem), and I'm reminded of this story because of what Seriously Awesome Hubby purchased the day before Mother's Day.  No, it isn't really a Mother's Day gift.  We've been looking into our second car options for a long time, but I just couldn't decide.  I've loved Minis for years, but I cannot really fit the kids in it.  We've looked at their new Countryman (4-door), but something about it wasn't clicking for me.  We considered other options, but I wasn't too thrilled about those either.  I wanted to be responsible, but then again, I already drive a particularly responsible car (that I happen to really enjoy, don't get me wrong, but we do need a second car here).  Every time we discussed it, Hubby came back to the idea that he wanted it to be something fun for me to balance out the responsibility and size of my daily mom car.  Last night, we spied this online:

 

We went to test-drive it today, and I had to make a U-turn straight away because it had a low tire that worried me.  Still, I stepped out of the car grinning from ear to ear, and the deal was done.

Methinks I will be making many excuses to dash out to buy milk or post a letter or just about anything really because seriously.  I have drooled over Mini for years and now I have one (it even has stripes!).  Mini mine!
Yeah, baby.