Oh, yes we did!
Because we are awesome, of course!
It's a gorgeous brown color with TONS of get up and go. Plus, it was only a year old and a great deal. The kids we're thrilled when it pulled up!
Meet Harley. The newest member of the Monk clan. (Oooo, and don't you love the dead Texas grass as a lovely background?)
Did you think we bought one of those Harley's?
Puhleeze, people. We know we are hip and cool in our middle agedness and all, but let's face it....we're not that hip and cool.
Plus, we have this thing we do called eating. We'd like to be able to afford to keep doing it if at all possible.
But isn't he a doll? He's a 100 pounds of slobbering, hyperactive sweetness! And his tongue! Oh my word! It's so big it could feed a small third world country!
More to come on Harley's story and I'm sure plenty of pictures to follow, but for now I need to go keep the 25 pound cat from killing the 100 pound dog.
There's a pecking order around here and unfortunately, poor, ol' Harley is learning it the hard way from Fat Otis (the cat).