Peep, Please! : Cars

It's time for another round of Peep, Please! This edition is brought to you by our cars.

This is Phil the Ford Focus. Or Phil the Phord Phocus if you prefer. He replaced my beloved Chuck the Ford Five Hundred back in December.

He was kind of dirty yesterday. We were hanging out at my work's offsite storage for a bit so it turned into photo shoot time.

I think he is pretty. I keep him in much better shape than my poor Chuck. Andy said it was a shame that I didn't still have Chuck because that would have made a very interesting blog post.

I didn't clean Phil before taking these pictures, because that would defeat the purpose of getting to know someone through their car, right?

Random cup hanging out on the passenger seat floor. I'm pretty sure it's from when I got a massage the other day and my therapist shoves water down my throat every time before I leave.

Center console and coffee mug. And a bit of my skirt in the bottom left corner, hey favorite skirt!

Under the coffee mug was some receipts and straw wrappers from my smoothie runs. And I think I see a pink Post-It note under there.

Andy calls this the spaceship command center.

The blue accent lights are my favorite. Keychain in the bottom right corner with my PetCo card. Gotta feed those chats at a discount!

Ehhh... more receipts in the passenger seat.

Center console junk 

Junk on display. I can see some Purell, a spare pair of glasses, an expired parking permit, some Kleenex, tampons, a Sharpie, a lint brush, some sort of piece of paper with my signature on it, a comb, a cell phone charger, and the Black Keys' El Camino cd.

Back seat. An ice scraper (so necessary in Nebraska), my Macroeconomics book for school, some stretches given to me by my massage therapist (that I have yet to do once...), a prescription discount card, and a reusable bag from Whole Foods.

Seat pocket in the back contains an umbrella, some mini packages of Kleenex, and some hairspray.

Trunk. It's actually huge for how small my car is.

A sweatshirt and another umbrella. You never know when you're going to need two umbrellas.

A rolled up fleece blanket I got from work. It's never been unrolled.

So there you have it. Phil in all his glory.

I'm linking up with Crystal over at Skittle Bug for this peeping session.