Mom Yo Ride.

My husband normally drives our "mom-van."  I hate mini-vans.  I hate the way it drives.  But, that's not my point.  The damn thing is was brand new when he purchased it.  He bought it last year during my pregnancy, going from his trusty Toyota to a big-enough-for-six van.  It was a bad idea.  The Toyota never once gave him a problem.  This van has now been in the "shop" four times in the last few weeks.  The heating system quit, the transmission was funky, the window motors died, the door is messed up, and this morning, the check engine light is on and the airbag lights are blinking.  He's not happy.  (I am less happy, because we all know how technical the two of us are combined, right?)  He should have just kept the Toyota.  When are we ever all in the same car, anyway?  And, if we need to be, we'd take the bigger vehicle!  (It's an I told you so moment.)  My car, is a few years older, and just starting to make little suggestions as to needing mechanical lovin'.  Ugh.  He's off to the dealership, who's just told him they'll do anything to keep him happy.  Yeah, like taking this van and shoving it.  Problem is, he went to a one brand dealership, and all other options are the same, Hyundai!  If he even thinks of trading that poop in for another Hyundai?!  I'll kill him.  (Sarcasm, really, it's not a threat, I am non-violent.)