I'm so psyched. This may sound weird, but my husband is having a mid life crisis and one aspect of it makes me want to sing. I should probably clarify, he's actually been having a midlife crisis for about 20 years now (he's about to turn 40), but this year is special. He's going to buy a 1968 convertible GTO (Tempest, actually). before we got married, I told him that all I wanted out of life was a house where we could shoot at tin cans in our backyard without injuring any neighbors, and a hillbilly muscle car. Now both of my dreams will have come true. Provided, that is, that he lets me drive it on occasion. I think he will, but I'm doubtful that he'll let me put a car seat in the back for the baby, so I may have to get a sitter if I want to cruise.
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