It Was The Best Of Times, It Was The Worst Of Times, Part 2

Sunday morning we got up and brainstormed about the car situation. Actually we did that all day, alternated with napping, cooking a huge pot of soup, and a quick trip the liquor store. We felt cheap vodka was the kindest thing we could do to ourselves after the past stressful two days. Actually we felt EXPENSIVE vodka was the kindest thing, but there is nothing like weddings and car repair to wipe you out of money.

We also played with Miss Cleo, and discovered that she shares our love of coffee and animal crackers.

So in the end, we decided I should buy another car, and wait for the mechanic's report before deciding if Gwennie is to be sold, fixed and sold, fixed and kept or simply used as a giant flower planter.

This conclusion wiped us out, so we took a nap, followed by going to bed for the night.

Sunday we got up bright and early and took a bike ride down to the library to steal their wifi, as our neighbor's wasn't working.
On the way we pasted one of my favorite places in the world. Their signs are ALWAYS good for a laugh.

We decided to head straight over to the car lot, who then in turn drove us over to a giant tent sale. If we'd had any idea that we would be spending the ENTIRE DAY there, we would have brought a book or something.

I ended up buying a red Toyota Camry. I like her. We're still narrowing down her name, but we think it's Nadia. We like her.

We drove her home, ate leftover soup and watched Weekend at Bernie's and Weekend at Bernie's II. Anticlimatic, I know, but about all we could handle.

So everything is going to be fine. Expensive, but fine. (Please send money. And/or stuffed animals. Also and/or good thoughts about my appointment with the specialist.)