You realize what this means, right?
If you recall the story of my Honda, you will remember that I was gearing up to drive it until I was able to pass it onto my grandchildren. That's how frugal my little love shack of a man is. But as of last night, at roughly 7 p.m., he threw caution to the wind, and traded up to the world of airbags and working turn indicators, and purchased our new, cute little Vibe. We got a sweet deal on a used 2007, with only 187 miles on it.
This is only the 2nd car we have purchased together in our more than 18 years as an "item."
Now he will drive this happy little 30 mpg car, and I will get our well-traveled 2002 Santa Fe back, which I have been waiting for with baited, air-bagged breath. And, after the timing belt is replaced tomorrow, and the detailing that I am HAPPILY going to pay $120 for, it will seem like we have not just one new car, but two.
I'd say all of this is boding very well for the state of our marriage.
Now if I could just get Tom Cruise's crazy out of my head, I would say that my life—notwithstanding world hunger, poverty and the overall lack of peace—would be pretty much perfect.