The worm has turned

We have sold my beloved Seinna and given away our beloved Shaggy. I loved the car more that the pig, but it stands to be mentioned. Goodbye to plenty of room to fit groceries and/or luggage. Goodbye to a place for stashing treats in the armrest. Goodbye to all the closing compartments clearly designed by a woman. Goodbye to having the car I really want. We now have a Pilot. It is beautiful. And, appearantly I look "hot" in it. That is what Roy told me. I had to put one of the seats down to fit the stuff we needed for an over-nighter in Midway. LAME. I am still coming to grips with my loss (& gain I guess). To help me get over this change, try not to mention it in the future. I am working on having a positive attitude. However, I would like to send a long letter to Honda and ask them what they have against convenience and closable storage areas. They would probably write back and tell me that I sound like the kind of person who would like a mini van. To end on a happy note, Shaggy doesn't have to have his ear bit and bleeding anymore by Scooby.