Six Figures

Before you get too excited, no I didn't win the lottery. And no, I didn't get a big fat raise. I know, very disappointing! Today my car hit 100,000 miles. Unlike the other crazy people in my family, I do not name every inanimate object I own. I named my kids and stopped it there. Therefore, my car does not have a name. If I'm feeling a little sassy, sometimes I refer to it as the Escapay, with a little spanish accent, instead of merely the Escape. But I digress. 100,000 miles. It actually made me feel old. I have never owned a car with that many miles on it. Or for this long. It's only the second car I've owned. Ever. I do still like it a lot, but wish it could expand as the family gets older and we have friends to drive around. In June it will be seven years. Wow, no wonder I am thinking of my next car. We've hit the seven year itch! Does this mean I should go and test drive something else? Is it mid-life crisis time? It will someday be replaced by something with a third row seat that can pull the boat. Probably not as soon as we'd like, refer to points one and two if you are wondering why!
Time to hit the treadmill again. 30 days until vacation. Still some chocolate cake left on the counter. But not much. Just looking at it is making me expand. I guess I should listen to Aunt Peggy-I can waste it, or I can WAIST it!
Kristin