Rembrandt uses my canvas floorcloth as a play tent.
There has truly been a death in the family. This minivan is a top of the line 1995 model and I have had it all of its life. At the time of its death last night, it had some transmission trouble and the driver's door would no longer close (yes, I was barreling up and down the expressway with nothing between me and the open pavement), but it got 23.5 mpg overall and I raised my son in it. Oh, so many scenic drives through the mountains, the camping trips, the soccer games, 186,000 miles of living. At the dealership, I told it over and over how I had loved it and I love it still. I could hear it crying for me as I bought the Honda Fit and abandoned Dear Dear Minivan.