May 24, 2010 00:28
Now that I'm better (having smothered whatever the hell it was with a metric butt-tonload of pills) life had started to get back to normal. Sort of.
The 'sband was in a car wreck on Thursday and his car was totaled in the process. (He has a dented hood, a dented bumper and chipped paint.) This, this was NOT what we had planned for Thursday. We had to change.
The 'sband managed to speed through the four stages of mourning in about 37 minutes and a Decision Was Reached that another car would have to be obtained. He callously rejected my suggestion of a '83 Chevy Citation after he told me "any car will do". I blew off completely his suggestion that I let him borrow my car for more than 10 minutes. Obviously we were at an impasse. We almost had a disagreement! We ALMOST came to snarky commentary! What happened next seemed very logical.
We bought a convertible Volkswagen Eos. In gray. And then he let ME drive it home from the dealership. Later he went out and bought ice cream Drumsticks. And gave me one.
Life just doesn't get better.