Gene’s in VA.
Dogs are at the kennel.
CAR is still in shop.
So, internet, it’s just you, me and the Altima. I take back my earlier dismissal of the Altima. While I’m still relieved I didn’t buy one, it’s kind of fun to drive a car with a little pep. The Murano is too big and heavy and unwieldy to do anything really silly, but the Altima makes acceleration fun.
I did tell you that I told D the other day that I wouldn’t mind driving something lower to the ground, right?
I am a damn liar! Maybe it’s just that the # of SUVs in Cheesecake City has tripled since I got the Murano, but I feel like I’m driving a Big Wheel around town. I can’t imagine what the people who switch their H2s for their 911s feel when summer comes. Wow. (Actually, they usually switch into their Boxsters, which is a shame as the Boxster is super fugly).
Mmm, did you click on that 911 link? Excuse me while I compose myself. Gene said that if I’d skip the whole Plan B thing he’d buy me one. Ha. I guess we’d go from Plan B to Plan P (for Prostitute, which is the job I’d have to moonlight with as I hear the oil changes on those puppies cost around $500). He said this awhile ago – definitely before we bought OR sold the M! He’s on board the Plan B thing now. I mean, did you see the part where he sold his car so we could pay off our bills so I can fucking quit my crappy job and stay home?
(Actually, no, you didn’t, because I don’t think I mentioned it. Suffice it to say that the M is no longer ours and everytime I see one I am compelled to shout the F word. The upside is that we’ve paid off one credit card, we’re close to paying off the other one and then we pay off the Murano and then we save up and pay off my 401k loan and then…then, I get knocked up.)
Mmmm, one more look at the 911…