Mary Jane

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B* and I welcomed another new addition to the family- Mary Jane.  She's a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle with a 1300 cc 6-Volt engine.  She's only had one owner and she is saweet! 
(above: 92k original miles!)

When we took Mary Jane to B*'s soccer practice, the coach thought it would be fun to see how many girls we could get inside.  All 9 girls on the team fit! LOL.

I have been talking about getting a bug for over a year before I finally bit the bullet and purchased one.  Although she's in perfect condition right now, there are a few things custom things I will do to make her mine.  Then in 10 years, she will become B*'s.  For now I will be painting her a two-toned green and cream.  B* has decided that when Mary Jane is passed over to her, she will paint it two-toned cotton candy pink and white.  Seriously.  How is this my child?  

In any case, when I drive Mary Jane I feel like SO good.  She makes me feel free.  Free of sterotypes.  Free of materialism.  Free of expectations. Free of conventionalism. Free of it all. 

I'm in love with Mary Jane.
She's my main thing.
She makes me feel alright.
She makes my heart sing.

And when I'm feeling low,
She comes as no surprise.
Turns me on with her love.
Takes me to paradise.

Do you love me Mary Jane?
Yeah. Woah-oh-oh.
I love you, Mary Jane.




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