So, he got a ride. He refused to borrow my friends car. He refused to take my car…even though I handed him the keys with a giant grin on my face.
He must have known what I was plotting. He must have known. Because, why else would he not want to take my car? Why else would he have decided that he must ride with his co-worker?
He wants me to suffer and drive the same car I’ve been driving for six years. And you know why? Because if he can’t get a new car…I’m not allowed to either!
Doesn’t he realize that this isn’t the lifestyle that I’m accustomed to? Doesn’t he realize how sick I am of driving the same. stinking.car?
Of course he does. But…he doesn’t care. Because…
if he has no luck with cars…and he isn’t getting a new one…
then why should I?
Big. Dumb. Jerk!!!
Well, I guess in his defense…Suze Orman just announced that the economy is about to get worse, so if we own cars…don’t get rid of them. Just keep them in good condition. Because it isn’t going to get much better for a long time…kinda scary, no?
So, I guess I AM lucky. And I should stop complaining…because we own my car. It’s in great condition…aside from a little damage caused by a garage door altercation. So, if the economy gets way worse and for some awful reason we lose the house…
We always have my car.
I suppose I should keep it neater. Just in case we have to move in.