A Woman’s Car

Was it Erma Bombeck? I think she was the one who proclaimed that a woman’s car is an extension of her purse. I was driving La Petite’s car for a few days, and it was definitely Her Car, not mine.

Sunglasses in the Saturn!

Sunglasses in the Saturn!

It seems a photographer in her twenties must have available at all times a suitable selection of sunglasses. So – will it work for me?

One!

One!

Two!

Two!

Three!

Three!

And one more —

Last pair, maybe

Last pair, maybe

I asked if she needed any of these. Her response was classic. “No, it’s okay, I have spares.”

Saturn sunglasses mine

Ah, yes. My very own sunglasses are still the best for me.

But I do kind of like the bobblehead bunny in the back.

Bunny!

Bunny!

Maybe my minivan needs a bunny. What do you think?

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3 thoughts on “A Woman’s Car

  1. I had a small red dog on my dash for a long time but we got rid of the car. I recently found the dog and while it doesn’t fit as well, it is back on the dash, crushed into the corner of the windshield.

    A bunny would be great but I think you need to find your own animal.

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