I don't know how many of you out there know that I drive a mini cooper. My mini cooper's name is "Jude" and he's been my trusty companion since November 2008. There was about a 3 month period in there where he got badly hurt and had to spend all his time at the car hospital, but he's all better now (besides needed to go up to the mini dealership to get a checkup). Anyway, he's a dark blue mini with white racing stripes and a white top. And he's a manual transmission! He's definitely such a looker.
Right, on to the story.
I went to Whole Foods this afternoon for fruit and yogurt. I wasn't really looking where I was parking besides that there was a little shade and close to the store so that I don't have to run across the molten hot parking lot with Hilly (wouldn't want to hurt her poor paws). When I was done shopping and pulled out of the parking space I realised that I had parked next to two other minis. One a white and one a red. That's right. There were red, white, and blue mini coopers. I felt so patriotic.
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