Remember that orange car that I was so hell-bent on buying?
Well, I finally bought it only it’s a white one. Whatevs! I am
greatly pleased with it. It’s comfortable, it’s pretty,
it sparkles in the sun and I can heat my ass up while I drove
around.  Things have gotten off to kind of a bad start, though.
First, when I walked up to meet it, it had pinstripes applied to
it. Pinstripes! That is such a big no to me that the
salesman himself got up from his desk to remove them because he
thought I might actually have a stroke. It snowed the night I
brought it home and the next day, Sami and I were squabbling
about what to do with the 8″ of snow covering it in the driveway
( him: use the filthy garage pushbroom to sweep it off; me: just
let it sit there until it melts lest it get scratched up on Day
1) and I almost won when we looked out the window to see our
helpful neighbors blowing the driveway and using their own
brooms to clean off the car.  Those are single occurances,
though and you cant change the past so no