I want to marry this car. The end. Okay, well maybe you’re expecting a more thoughtful review. What a demanding group you are. The Mercury Milan is the Ford Fusion’s hot cousin. I was one of the lucky few to drive the Fusion Hybrid last year, and during this most recent round of car shopping
I’m turning in my station wagon next week. His name is Marsh… you know, short for Marshmallow. Thanks to an unscientific study, I am assured that I’m not the only adult who names their cars. My new car doesn’t have a name yet, but navigation system is named Sally. She just sounds like a Sally,
A super quick update. I made it to the Los Angeles Auto show today and I was really happy to see so many old friends. Michelle and I were there for the unveiling of the new Porsche Boxster and the Ford Fiesta. Mr. G and I are car shopping this year for two new cars.
This morning I was up at 6.30 to shower. OhMyGawd a shower? You’re thinking. Yeah, usually I roll outta bed at 7, bring the kids to school in sweats at 7.45 and then work out before getting ready to face the day at the lovely hour of 11am. I suppose I should thank my husband