The Princess and Bigfoot are from my first marriage. The shocker to this whole vehicle thing is that my ex BOUGHT this vehicle, insured it & licensed it under HIS name. He has been saying all along that he'd buy it, then when Bigfoot was done with it, he'd resell it. Bigfoot had to insure it himself. Then a week or so ago he said that he'd buy it, Bigfoot would insure it, THEN he'd give it to the Princess when her brother was done with it. Well, zippity-do-dah!! That's what we were hoping for to begin with.
Last night after work, I drove Bigfoot over to his dads to pick up the truck (it's a little Ford Ranger) then I followed him home, albeit jerkily (is jerkily a word?)... It's 5-speed & he's used to automatic so when he'd shift, I'd see the poor lil' truck jerk & twitch. He'll get used to it.
The Princess has yet to see 'her truck', so I'm sure she'll be anxious to give it a spin. We also know that she will read her big brother the riot act about being gentle with HER truck! The good thing about this truck is that it's little. You can fit 2 people in it comfortably - 3 if you squish. No way can you fit more than 2 grown
So, no more getting to chat with Bigfoot on a regular basis again. *sigh* I miss that chat time. I miss him. We really do raise them with the idea that some day they will leave the nest. And at that time we can shout, "Free at Last! Free at Last! Thank God Almighty! We're free at last!".... or not...
Bye! Love you! Have a good day, Dear!