We had our wonderful across-the-street-neighbors, Freddy and Christie, over to watch the game last night. We had a great time visiting while attempting to avoid eye contact with the horrible carnage happening in New Orleans.
One of the things we discussed was our New Year’s Eve nights. They told us that they had another couple over, who commented when they walked in, “What’s up with your neighbors?!? It looks like they got overrun by a swarm of Minivans!!”.
Now we all know the minivan stigma. You know, loaded down with kids, no fun, total “Mommy and Daddy” mode.
But, for the record,
Who went to sleep before midnight?
That would be the couple with no minivan and no kids.
And whose last guests pulled away in their minivan at 2:15AM?
Uh huh. Minivanners can have fun too.
Not that I’m ready to take on that stigma myself, but I’m just sayin’. . .
Minivanners everywhere, Unite!! (I would do the minivanner’s gang symbol here, but since I’m not in the club yet, I don’t know it.)