I pulled an Andy and bought a car. And told him about it after.
Heh.
If he’d had his phone on him, then he could have helped me decide. But, life being what it is…
It’s an awesome car and we got a great deal.
And this is why you don’t plan things by text message.
RIP Prixy, you were a great car. Thanks for not making all your problems (knocking engine, leaking power steering, leaky tire, latent trans problem, shaky wheel bearing) totally obvious. Gold star.
I’m still trying to figure out a name for the new car. I’m thinking Giselle. Or maybe WTFWHYWASNTITANSUVWHYDIDNTYOUCALL EVERYONEELSEWEKNOWSOYOUCOULD TRACKMEDOWNANDWECOULDDECIDETOGETHER. We shall see. Giselle seems shorter.
Awwww but there’s more LOL factor to WTFWHYWASNTITANSUVWHYDIDNTYOUCALL EVERYONEELSEWEKNOWSOYOUCOULD TRACKMEDOWNANDWECOULDDECIDETOGETHER. :))
So what did you get?
Whatkindofcarisit? Andwherearethepictures?!
And lol at being independently married. You’re lookin’ for troubles. :D (It’s ok- you can come live in my basement. YEY!)
Bah, I know! We’ll get things sorted. No worries. ;)
Pictures are coming, eventually.
What did you end up with? My husband and I have been seriously thinking about getting a new car. When I bought mine (before we got married and had a baby), I never figured I’d be putting a carseat in it…and a carseat doesn’t even fit!
Carseats are beasts. They take up so much room. Bonus points for sedans! Spacious for family but NOT A VAN. That was one of my main criteria. Not a van.
I’m not mentally ready for that. Or the PTA. *cringe*
Ha! Goodforyou! Postpicturesimmediately!
I wish I could afford a car. Hah.
Ah, me too.
This was one of those moments where it was like, do it now and have potential trade in value, or be sad when it dies on the road and you have to get one anyway.
Good for you!! We all know how much you needed one, and sometimes it’s easier to ask for forgiveness after than to ask for permission before. That’s my new mantra as I’m suffering a similar wrath at the moment. (Over baby sitting plants for a friend moving away! heavens forbid I exclude the mister from a discussion on plants!)
Men are crazy. That is my motto. Sigh, smile, nod, fix things yourself. Hence the EXPLOSION of knitted creations.