Vanzilla

I did my taxes over the weekend. I am anxiously awaiting the refund so we can finally get a new van. The one we have barely passed inspection last year and would undoubtedly have trouble passing this year. Not only is the check engine light constantly on and the van inexplicably uses quarts of oil, but there’s an issue with the exhaust that makes it roar like big truck, plus the heat in the front is not working which has been great in this polar vortex. There are more things wrong with the van than there are right and I am so looking forward to leaving this hunk of junk behind. Still, it is the car that Primero used to learn to drive and took the driving test more than a few times. It has taken us on several excursions and seen more than its fair share of tears, fights, hugs and other family moments. Love Bug turned his car seat around in this van and Chica Marie lost a tooth. Luckily, we are not financing our memories and we will have plenty more in our new van, with working heat and A.C.

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