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Dream Boat

01/25/2008

So 29 is looking good (Thanks Amy, Tanya and Carrie- who wished me a Happy MLK day instead and that makes for such an interesting aside I just had to share). I was afraid that I would turn into some old person. I guess that happens next year. When I turn 29. Like I said, 29 is looking good.

I’ve been out buying a car because really, it’s time. Bruce has been very giving with his time and his car, but sometimes we need to be in different places at the same time. So being the very mature 29 year-old adult that I am, I started looking on the Internet. After all, the Internet knows everything. I figured that this is the time to buy exactly what I want as I have no child (other than Bruce) and no pets (other than the fish).

What I want, now there is the real problem. I went on test drives and have determined that the Mustang is what my 18 year-old self wants to drive. Unfortunately my 18 year-old self is not the one paying for the car. The 29 year-old self is and she wants a back seat that will have enough space for the yearly Christmas shopping extravaganza.

Cars have been eliminated for being too boring, too grown-up, too big, too cheap (yes, there is such a thing), and too ugly. The only cars that remain in the line-up are, well, scary. I’m frightened that the cars that I want are saying something about me and my lifestyle. These cars tell everyone how much I earn and where I live. These are the cars of suburban dwelling republicans. Yes, I said it, SUBURBS! (I bet you thought I was going to be sad because my car is a republican, I’m not, to each their own).

I can’t imagine buying something that doesn’t have every thing I want (power everything, sun roof, leather, and a partridge in a pear tree) and there happens to be one car that comes with everything I want (although it seems that I will be out of luck with that partridge in a pear tree). The base model of this car includes what I want is exactly equal to the other car I like…once I add all the other things in to get the car living in my imagination. Sooooo, here I am sitting here perusing the internet for the car of my dreams and hoping that buying a car does not make me yet any older and extremely poor.

Old Old Old. Yep. Old.

Oh and about to be poor.