Well, I have two cars and a truck...

Each has it's own personality which, of course, means different stuff... One of the cars I share with the P-Vine which means that there are lots of garden magazines stuffed where ever they can be stuffed...

Mine car is an old Toyota station wagon which doubles as the dump-car which means the back always has bags neatly lined ujp with recyclables, and garbage (no too stinky because we compost)...

The truck is all mine... And it's a man's truck!!! Get it, ladies??? It's dirty and has tools on the floorboards... It has all the receipts that the P-Vine needs to do the books... Yeah, she isn't afraid of it and goes right in it rummaging for receipts but...

...she won't ride in it unless I clean out the inside which, of course, being a man, I don't do...

My truck, baby, if you want a clean truck, buy yer own... This one is mine and I like my dirt... No, make that "I love my dirt"... See, that's what makes a truck a man's truck...

Bobert