My Dearest Audrey

In my old posts about the members of our family, I left out one very important member. She’s actually the prettiest girl in our family. Her name is Audrey.

For those of you who didn’t know me at 16, Audrey is my car. She was a gift on the morning of my 16^th birthday, from my Mom, and she is the only car I’ve ever driven. My first photo of Audrey is of me sitting in the trunk (a hatch), because she was so freaking awesome I just liked being there.

Audrey is a Mercedes Benz ML320 — so yes, if WordPress sent you here through tags, you can go ahead and groan. I understand. I was a spoiled child. Although, can I say in my defense that I was a squeaky-clean child who made perfect grades, whooped ass on standardized tests, and was very dedicated to my extracurriculars? So I kind of earned her, right? Right? No? No, you’re right. I was spoiled.