I’ve been revising (and revising) Stars Bright and thinking about the little details that make Sophia (main character) who she is. At one point she confesses to a secret, guilty pleasure which is in juxtaposition to her character.
The other day I had to drive into town (I live between two small towns, each four miles from the point I enter the highway) to pick up two small items at the store. I hate having to make trips like this and try to do my grocery shopping once a week. But, the kids had been hungrier than usual and had eaten the flour tortillas I needed to make chicken Quesadas to feed the guests coming for dinner in a few hours.
The other day I had to drive into town (I live between two small towns, each four miles from the point I enter the highway) to pick up two small items at the store. I hate having to make trips like this and try to do my grocery shopping once a week. But, the kids had been hungrier than usual and had eaten the flour tortillas I needed to make chicken Quesadas to feed the guests coming for dinner in a few hours.
Our household has three vehicles (plus the one provided Mr. W’s workplace, which by their rules no one but him can even sit in). One is a 1997 Toyota Corolla bought 2nd hand in Virginia when Mr. W’s work did not provide a car. One is a 1996 Toyota Camry with 220,000 mile on it given to us by my mother a few years ago when she replaced it with a new car. And one is a 2006 bright red Ford Expedition we bought two years ago when our mini-van’s transmission went out for the second time.
The Expedition seats 8, good for hauling scouts around, something we do quite a bit, and our boat, something we don’t do nearly enough and eats gasoline like a teenage boy eats peanut butter sandwiches after two hours at track practice. 90% of the time the Toyota Camry is the vehicle I or HMW drives. No one likes to drive the Corolla, ALW drove this for two years to school and work and track and he it got it all stinky and gross- as only a teenage boy can do. He was supposed to clean it before he left for Brazil 15 months ago but somehow avoided that task.
This day Mr. W had taken the Corolla, HMW had the Camry so that left me the Expedition. The sun shone warm. I had the windows down and the music up. I sat high above most of the other cars on the road. The red paint gleamed like a candy apple and the muffler (crazy thing, it’s made this way) rumbled and roared. And I LOVE it. I LOVE driving the Expedition. My guilty pleasure.
We all have one, come on- what’s yours?
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