I might look happy and cute when you see me in the car.
But most trips these days start with things like puffy coats and heavy blankets. They are so fashion clueless these parental units of mine -- do you think I'd be caught dead in a jacket like this if I had a choice?!?
No, I would not be. Yet, it seems to be a regular occurrence that I get stuffed into it and carted off to gawd only knows where...
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