Charge!!!

Oops, I mean Charger.  Since my Jeep needed cosmetic surgery following my 'object lesson', I need a temporary chariot.  The insurance company usually agrees to a similar vehicle so I could have been driving an SUV of some sort.  Mike and I thought that it would be a good idea to get a car instead as we've been thinking about adding a car to our fleet some day (he still misses having a car.  The Jeeps are my obsession. lol.)  I was thinking we'd end up with some old lady car like a Malibu.  But nooooo!  We have a Charger.  A muscley sort of car. 

It feels sturdy, an important quality considering that I've been in an accident recently.  And it's pretty comfortable, too.

Here's its back view so you can see that it really is a Charger.

This is the problem:  it's not a Jeep.  It's not that I have an obsession with Jeeps, really. It's that driving around in a car makes me feel short.  And since, I'm not all that fond of being short, I'm not liking that feeling much.

When I drive my Jeep, I'm tall enough to see over most folks.  Makes me feel like I can see trouble coming before it hits me.  Didn't work the other day, I admit.  That guy just plain snuck up on me.  lol.