Call me crazy but I named my car. Her name is Betty. Don’t ask me why but I named her Betty. She seemed like a Betty. In fact, she seemed so much like a Betty I just started calling her Betty and then eventually realized I’d named her without thinking about it. Betty fits, don’t you think?
And I have a new fascination with heated seats. I used to think they are weird and they kind of are, but keeping it nice and low feels amazing on my back. I now have them on (low) almost every time I drive.
And then there’s the sun roof. A perk but nothing I’d ever consider a necessity, even living in SoCal. Well that may have changed. A few drives with the sun roof open on a gorgeous day and I may be hooked!
Call me crazy but I named my car. Seeing as I’ll be paying for her for the next several years, I want us to have a good relationship so she lasts for many more beyond that. Welcome to the family Betty!
Have you ever named your car?
Did I just prove I’ve gone crazy and need sleep?