My nephews love the MTV show called Pimp My Ride. This is a spoof that hits way too close to home.
So now let me take you on a tour of my fine vehicle, a 2000 Honda Odyssey. First, we have the front seat. When we left for church on Sunday, I realized that I had nowhere to sit. Most of this junk is stuff I need to return to stores, plus my Bible Study notes, plus a variety of miscellaneous trash.
So I sat in the backseat, which isn't a whole lot better. Here we have a lovely array of children's papers, coupons, receipts, and yes, a toilet seat. David is in the middle of potty training and a portable toilet seat is a necessity. He has poopy issues.
Now we get to actual damage. This is a shot of the wall in the third row. Apparently my little angels have not only been busy drawing on the wall with green crayon, but they've also been so considerate to peel off the fabric in an effort to Mom My Ride for me.
Finally, the brake light. Yup, my husband taped the brake light back together with clear packing tape. (Granted, when his car got damaged he took care of the estimate and repairs the very next day. But my car got some good old-fashioned packing tape. And let's not even bring up the fact that my oven has been broken for two months now!)
What I can't show you in the photos is the fact that the sliding doors don't open from the inside anymore. They broke awhile back so whenever the kids need to get out of their vehicular prison, I have to get out of the car, walk around to the passenger side, and open the door for them.
So what about your car? Post pictures of it and send me a link so we can all commiserate!
5 comments:
Oh my great goodness. THAT was hysterical. And I needed a laugh like that today. I'd steal it for my blog but I don't know how to post video.
But I think I'm going to try...
That's hilarious, and way too accurate! Maybe I should be more grateful that I'm without a vehicle right now...
You are one brave woman, my friend. Brave.
I'm not sure brave is the right word. Shameless, perhaps? A quick update: I've since cleaned out the car. I even dustbusted. And my husband has promised to glue the fabric back onto the wall.
By the way, I'm not bashing Kevin's methods of car repair. In college I drove a Honda Accord with 148,000 miles on it. The ceiling fabric had come undone and was sagging so low that I couldn't even see out the rear window. So I took a stapler and stapled that fabric back up. After about three dozen staples, the roof looked like foccacia bread with all the little dimples.
how did you get into our minivan to take all those pictures?
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