Bug did not like the car's new name. She told me it did not fit and it did not fit me.
BUG: Mom, Beazle is stupid.
ME: I like it. When the car is full of rap...we are The Beaz.
BUG: Mom, that isn't cool.
ME: How about the Silver Bullet.
BUG: No, you are not the Lone Ranger.
ME: How about Bertha.
BUG: No, that sounds fat.
ME: Oooh...Yeah. Fat Amy.
BUG: No...Fat Amy is beautiful. I like her. I love that movie.
ME: I know, you watch it ten times a day. How about PHAT AMY?
BUG: That is the same thing.
ME: NO, you can't see what is in my mind.
BUG: I don't think the car will like it.
I told her OK...from now on...the car is called...wait for it...PHAT AMY. Bug loves FAT AMY from Pitch Perfect and says big is beautiful. So is my car. It's W.I.D.E.
So we are now cruising in Phat Amy. It fits. It could be Fat Fargo but I am downsizing that.