The last one occurred back in 1992. The GG just haaaaaaddd to have a Jeep Wrangler. I was less enthusiastic. Money wasn’t exactly growing on trees in those days. Oh, not that it does now either but somehow we are *fortunate* to have good, decently-paying jobs and no dependents or debt. Getting there has not been easy and we aren’t done with life yet but nowadays, if he wanted to buy a damn jeep, I’d prob’ly say something like, “Call me when you pick up the cashier’s check.” But not so much in those days. He wore me down back then, babbling endlessly about a fictional mid-life crisis and once nearly tipping the Exxon Tanker Valdez over on a crappy, puddly back-woods two-track *not* designed for a minivan (but a jeeeeep could’ve handled it (roight, the jeep prob’ly *would* have tipped over…)). I eventually caved in.

I remember the day we picked The Indefatigable up. It was raining cats and dogs and we had to drive all the way over to Southfield or someplace to get it and Mouse had an ear infection. Fun times. Of course I got over my reluctance pretty darn quick because it was a *fun* vee-hickle! Even when we jammed all four of us into it for a trip to the Great White North. It taught the beach urchins and their cuzzints (of all degrees) how to drive “stick” (in most cases, long before they were of legal age to obtain a learner’s permit). And I’ll never forget the first time I dropped my Mousey off at nursery school in The Indefatigable. Her teacher Annie was on curbside duty that morning and when she remarked on our new vee-hickle, I said, “It isn’t a vee-hickle, it is a mid-life crisis!”

That mid-life crisis lasted 17 years and it took a few years after that to conjure up another one. And, in all fairness, he didn’t actually use that as a bargaining chip this time around but take a look at the old boy’s Xmas / Birthday / Father’s Day / [31st] Anniversary present to himself! I figure if I hadn’t said something like, “Just lemme know when you pick up the cashier’s check (but don’t pick it up before I pay Terra Firma…),” it may have become a second mid-life crisis [winkity-wink].

This whole boondoggle required a Frog Hopper trip to Minnesota and this new home-away-from-home is now experiencing its shakedown cruise and this is the only pic I’ve received so far. I wonder if it has a name yet. Little Princess II? Uncle Fester’s Lair? Oh, I bet he can do better than that…

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