Thursday, August 13, 2009
So, I've been bugging General Motors for the last few weeks to let me sit in one of their new Camaros so I can make myself feel sexy once again. (I'm pretty sure those are the exact words I used.) I mean, you know after you have three kids back-to-back you don't exactly feel sexilicious anymore. I'm just sayin'. In my dreams I am wearing a crimson sequined string-bikini and cruisin' around town with my husband making all the men jealous that they missed out on me.
So today I totally took the opportunity to sit behind the wheel of the 2010 Camaro after much discussion on what to wear on Twitter. No worries--I didn't wear the muscle shirt and parachute pants.
I did learn however that it is not just the men that are picking up dates in shiny sportcars:
Now if only General Motors will let me drive this baby around...