No, I don't miss me. I miss my Saab, my convertible, my namesake (in other words, my real name isn't Sally - you all knew that, right?).
About 10 months ago, I drove my little Saab to the car lot and traded her in for a mama car, an SUV, The Pilot. And I love my Pilot, and it's PERFECT for my son. I can change him in the back of it and even be protected from the rain or whatever by the tailgate (or whatever you call it). All 3 of my strollers fit into it (you never know which one you'll want to use). I can reach the back seat from the driver's seat, and I can climb over INTO the backseat while The Colonel is driving to get to Lil Major. It's great...
The top doesn't come off. And I was really ok with that until I got off work today. And it's 70 degrees. And sunny. And gorgeous. And I drove away like a mama nerd in my SUV with the windows rolled down and the radio cranked. Oh, woe is me!
And to add insult to injury...when I picked up my rental car last week to drive back to SoCal to fly home, the gal offered me a FREE upgrade to a convertible. In fact, she asked me to PLEASE take it. I've been offered a lot of free upgrades in my day (there was the time I got the Jaguar for free, and my boss thought it was so cool he asked me to drive him to our meeting...and then I forgot him at the hotel. Oops. And the time I got the free upgrade to the Land Rover in Houston), but never a convertible. And, I couldn't take it. I had to tell the girl, NO, I need a 4-door. Oi!
Add that to my 34th birthday yesterday, and I'm sounding pretty stinkin' old!
But, I have a beautiful son who I love with all my heart, so I guess it's worth it, huh?