It's loaded with all the bells and whistles and driving it is an orgasmic experience. I don't care what a dork I look like driving it. Ain't it shiny and no dings (I'm not telling my husband that when we got home from the dealership that I opened my door and hit the wall and a little, teeny, weeny paint chipped off) like I said- no dings (nudge, nudge, wink, wink!)
The best thing about it- in order to be able to afford it, my husband made a, somewhat, romantic, selfless gesture. He traded in his beloved Toyota pick up! That's right we are the proud (nerdy) owners of not ONE, but TWO minivans! The trade in value of his truck was way better than the piece of shit van that I used to drive (which is making me want to vomit since we lost about $23,000 on that purchase to depreciation in 5 years- smooth move!)
What's more, is that my husband, a law enforcement officer in one of the "most dangerous cities in the country", 6ft, 220 lbs will be driving his 40 minute commute each day in his very own personal 2002 Chrylsler Town & Country minvan! Suck it! That's for not getting me anything for Mother's Day, and I quote, "you aren't my mother."