I have been wanting a fun (probably mid-life crisis) convertible. Top down, driving in the open air. That’s what I want.

I’m not the neatest person in the world. I openly admit this. And yes I have an extra pair of shoes in that SUV as well as a couple of magazines and a half empty (or half full) bottle of Poland Springs Water. Add children to the mix and the car is a complete disaster.

Tell me something….how did a trail of ketchup get on the ceiling of the car? Seriously.