I Wanna Be A Billionaire...

...and not for the reasons you think. Oh, no. For one reason.



You see, my husband drives a 1994 Ford Escort wagon.



Go ahead. Read that sentence again. Try to stifle the laughter. Then let it all out. It's okay, I've heard it before.



The piece of crap has many problems.



People's Exhibit A: The fabric on the ceiling (yeah, you read that right) is falling down. So he stapled it back to the roof.



People's Exhibit B: Someone backed into the passenger door (and didn't bother to tell us) and...