It's a Boy!

And his name is Hondo Banal:

Hondo, because what else are you going to name a Kia Rondo? And Banal, because in all the reviews I read, the only negative comment was that the interior was banal. (It is.)

Well, I'm not an impulsive gal, at least not anymore, but when I do follow an impulse, it's a doozy. I've known for some time that the Grannymobile was on her last wheels. She was 10 years old and developing a serious Power Steering Fluid habit. And I was in danger of frittering away my disability settlement check. So I blew the wad yesterday on an almost-new car. I called Bro 2 this morning in a cold, clammy panic but after talking me down from the ledge, he deduced that it was just a reaction from spending so much money in one swell foop.

But I luv my Rondo. Everything is still under warranty and best of all: I can get in and out without grunting and making a series of horrible faces. Hola, Hondo Banal.