Nice holiday, father's day. There's always a good excuse for a photo-op.
In the non-photo-op category, we've been shopping for cars lately and had the perfect test drive. Our car, you see, flunked the Maryland inspection and we've been exploring whether to buy a new car instead of fixing the old one.
Yesterday we made it over to the Mini dealership in Annapolis to test drive their "clubman," a station wagon of sorts that gets respectable gas mileage. Meg in particular has been wanting a Mini ever since BMW reintroduced the brand a few years back. But leaving the apartment yesterday was a bit chaotic, and Meg ended up leaving her license at home. Much to her chagrin Meg spent the test drive in the back seat.
But that calamity was nothing; ten minutes into the test drive CJ threw up! It was only the third time she threw up that we know of. The first time was a few hours before we met, when the orphanage drove her to meet us. The second time was two months ago, five minutes from our old home. The third time, yesterday, was a bit more complicated. But we're happy to report that the mini clubman is big enough to be able to clean up a mess without bumping your head. Actually, CJ was kind enough to keep the mess confined to her and her car seat, much to the salesman's relief.
CJ is fine today, as you can see from the photo above. Maybe she was just test driving herself...
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