This afternoon, I was giving the minivan a long-overdue cleaning. While I was vacuuming the Grand Marnier, the kids were playing around on the seats, pretending the car was Thomas the Tank Engine.
At some point, Quinn asked me if we could paint the van to look like Thomas. You know you’re approaching critical limits of parental sanity when you consider such a request, and your brain finds no objections.
If I end up giving the Grand Marnier a custom paint job, I’ll complete the slide into madness by cranking the Thomas & Friends theme song from the stereo at top volume every time we go out for groceries.
While we’re on the subject of large, boring family vehicles: the Dodge has only a few more payments on it. Current mile count: 65,000-ish. Major mechanical failures: none. Minor mechanical failures: one inoperable passenger window lifter, surfaced three days after taking delivery back in 2005, fixed under warranty. All major and most minor parts still firmly attached, and working as intended. The A/C needs to be recharged, but that’s about it. Considering my previous experience with Dodge products (see also: The Dodge Avenger Disaster, or This Fucking Piece of Shit Is Trailing Parts Like Some Sort Of Fucked-Up Comet, A Lamentation in Three Volumes), that’s downright amazing.
Anyway…now I need to find a paint shop that can mix Pantone 298-299, and some place where I can get the raw materials for a fake funnel and some traction rods. The little engineer wants his conveyance properly customized, you see.