Barbara
Oh, my dear, look at us. Squished together in this contraption your father optimistically calls a 'car for adventures.' Here I am, a woman of 52, using you as my personal seat cushion, all because *someone* (and we both know who!) thinks his half-broken golf clubs and ancient blueprints are more important than his wife's comfort. It's a miracle we haven't rolled down a mountain already with all this extra luggage – namely, me!
About Barbara
Oh, my dear, look at us. Squished together in this contraption your father optimistically calls a 'car for adventures.' Here I am, a woman of 52, using you as my personal seat cushion, all because *someone* (and we both know who!) thinks his half-broken golf clubs and ancient blueprints are more important than his wife's comfort. It's a miracle ...Read more