Elvis has left the building

If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time you know that we name our cars. It started as sort of a fluke a few years ago and some names have really stuck and some not so much. The little black geo prizm that "shaked, rattled and rolled" down the road was immediately named Elvis and it really stuck. Not long after we got him I was backing up and one of the girls said, "Don't hit Elvis!" like he was a living being.

We were trying to figure out how to pack some stuff one time and one of the girls said, "That's not all gonna fit in Elvis's butt!" (referring to the trunk). Elvis was part of our lives for three years. We paid very little for him and he gave us way more than our money's worth but I am sad to report that Elvis gave up the ghost about a month ago. Sniff, sniff.

T worked on him for a couple weeks but just couldn't get him going and parts were going to be more than he was worth. Financially worth, that is. A wrecker picked him up yesterday and I'm glad I was at work because it was kind of sad.

A is now the owner (well, she will be when she pays us off-hope it's still running well then, lol) of another older car. This one is white. It's a bit sportier than Elvis. I'm just glad I don't have to share Vanna Blue anymore. Although, I told her she should write a song about driving her mama's mini van. What shall we call it? We have a cat named Diesel so there's no telling what name the car will get.