How Rob Got His Swagger Back

We had to upgrade our ride, recently. We've all but exceeded capacity on the minivan (damn breeders) and it's about ready for a retirement home. Oh, sure, there are 8 passenger minivans out there - nice ones, too! But we wanted to pay cash and we had a definite budget. So, when this bad boy fell in our laps we couldn't look the other way.



Oh yeah, that's right - in a time when everyone is trying to reduce their carbon footprint and DOWNSIZE due to ever rising fuel prices? The Potters went the other direction. We. Are. Rebels.

I gotta tell ya? Being able to all fit comfortably in one car again is so nice! However, buying the Suburban has had a side effect I wasn't aware of, for Rob.

It's given him Swagger.

When he walks out the the car, nay...excuse me..he says it's a TRUCK not a car.

When Rob walks out the truck I can hear the music playing...it's a slow motion love scene with his hair being tousled by the breeze. "Ooh dream weaver ... I believe you can get me through the night. Ooh dream weaver ... I believe we can reach the morning light." He runs his hand lovingly along the side of the Suburban, like he's rubbing her ass and he gazes hungrily as her. When he gets in the drivers side you can feel the electricity - and then....he starts her up.

He turns all Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor with his grunts of sheer pleasure and approval at the low rumble. "uh uh uh..me drive big truck".

That's right...Rob sits tall, ya'll. I had no idea the mini-van had robbed him of so much masculinity over the years. No idea. I'm sure it started when he had to give up the little red sports car because our family didn't fit. The beginning of the end as far as cars go.

No more. Now Rob is happy to take the kids wherever they need to go. He's happy to run to the store for me. I dare say that Rob is joyful.

He got his Swagger back.

"Uh Uh Uh...me drive big truck with low rumble"