The Maiden Voyage Of TPC The Rogue

This morning (meaning 11:00 a.m.--you don't think we get up early when we don't have to, do you) The Pony took me for a ride in his new used car. Yes, it was Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's maiden voyage in The Pony's Car, The Rogue. The dealer had left him a message that they found the 2nd key to his Nissan Rogue. So off we went to pick it up.

Let the record show that The Pony is a much better driver than the last time I dared set butt into my T-Hoe with him behind the wheel. He was safe, he was law-abiding, and he was in control. My only issue was with his stops. If you see Mrs. Hillbilly Mom about town with a cervical collar around her neck, she is NOT trying to defraud an insurance company. The Pony could just as well order a magnetic sign to slap on the side of his Rogue: Freelance Chiropractor. Uh huh. The neck bone's connected to another neck bone...until it isn't!

Thank the Gummi Mary that The Pony did NOT inherit Farmer H's gene for sweaving!

Typing of Farmer H...he called while we were out. I reported that I like the Rogue, the Rogue is roomy, the Rogue has a lot of get-up-and-go, and--

Can you believe he said he had to go? That he was on his lunch break? I guess he was in a hurry to get to the park and be questioned by the police for sleeping in his car.

I am resisting the temptation to name The Pony's new used car R-Gue. That would be much more fitting if it belonged to the #1 son.