My family has a tradition of giving each other our cars. I like that.
So after my dad gave me his Jeep for one butterscotch pie (a Jeep which I absolutely love, love, love and which I named Cordelia —thanks for the name, Melanie G ), I needed to do something with my old car.
While I was contemplating the possibilities, my nephew's car died unexpectedly. So I sold my old car to my sister for two pedicures—one for me and one for Megan, who helped me deliver it to their house.
Michael, my nephew, tried it out and liked it. He has now made it his own:
I think it looks kind of cool.
Now playing on my iPod: Let the Good Times Roll by The Cars