On Monday Wendell almost missed my little sister's whole birthday party because of problems with his car. (He needed a new battery and cables.) Today, sitting in my driveway, we have a new car.
By new, of course, I mean new to us. It's a 1995 Civic Coup. The biggest perk is that it's automatic. When Wendell bought his '93 Accord he reminded me how infrequently I used his vehicle, so it would make no difference if it was manual, which I don't know how to drive.
Ever since I've needed his car on a couple dozen occasions and we've both cursed the car that I can't drive. So, wa-la. Just like that we have another car. To be honest, I've lost track of how many cars we've owned in just the (almost) 6 years that we've lived here. I guess this is what you get when your hubby works at a car dealership.
But this I can promise you, every single car--except one--was a smokin' good deal.