Life and other assorted nuisances
Christmas break has so far been much less a vacation than a run-around-like-headless-chicken -time. We've been on the move practically every fricking day. This week I barely made it to work because we were visiting m-i-l and just as we were leaving, the effing clutch breaks! Seriously, our car goes out of commission 30 miles and minutes from home because we can't change gears because the damn clutch is limp like a dead dick!
This has resulted in way too much car-changing, -borrowing and general hassle. Every day we leave around noon because whoever we borrowed the car from needs it now, and we get back around seven or so because we finally got a ride.
I got so frustrated with this that I said to my husband: Let's go bankrupt and get a new car.
And as is customary with us... we might just have one already. We're test driving one used Saab 9-3 that's juuuuust on the edge of affordable. But it's real nice and feels like a good match.
...Have I told how my husband has a rather... unusual way for picking out cars, homes and household appliances?? Basically what he does is rule out the bad choices, figure what would be ideal... and then ignores it all because the Perfect One just marched in, and it's The One because it feels like The One.
Anyway. Saab. My ex drives one too, and in case we buy one, somehow that just amuses me. After all, they say that once you go Saab you never go back... and before you know it, you're an old fart who buys a new Saab that's exactly like the Saab before... even down to the manufacturing year. I wish I was kidding when I say that that's my ex exactly.
More spending madness: the discounts of after-Christmas are here and I've been there! I got myself two cd's (one is actually for the kids but still) for a twenty. Today's finds: two awesome bras, one with matching panties, and totally rad tights. All for just over a thirty. Woot!
TMI BOOBS:
One thing I noticed while trying on a dozen different discount bras; my inner body image has still not shifted from "I have obscenely big boobs" to "I have normal-sized boobs". I was nearly shocked to see the t-shirt bras actually fit me even though the cups looked so small! And it's been what, nearly ten years since the reduction?
Oh yeah, the pregnancy in between might be a factor. But still. I'm still awed at the thought that my tits look so small. SMALL?! *faints*
This has resulted in way too much car-changing, -borrowing and general hassle. Every day we leave around noon because whoever we borrowed the car from needs it now, and we get back around seven or so because we finally got a ride.
I got so frustrated with this that I said to my husband: Let's go bankrupt and get a new car.
And as is customary with us... we might just have one already. We're test driving one used Saab 9-3 that's juuuuust on the edge of affordable. But it's real nice and feels like a good match.
...Have I told how my husband has a rather... unusual way for picking out cars, homes and household appliances?? Basically what he does is rule out the bad choices, figure what would be ideal... and then ignores it all because the Perfect One just marched in, and it's The One because it feels like The One.
Anyway. Saab. My ex drives one too, and in case we buy one, somehow that just amuses me. After all, they say that once you go Saab you never go back... and before you know it, you're an old fart who buys a new Saab that's exactly like the Saab before... even down to the manufacturing year. I wish I was kidding when I say that that's my ex exactly.
More spending madness: the discounts of after-Christmas are here and I've been there! I got myself two cd's (one is actually for the kids but still) for a twenty. Today's finds: two awesome bras, one with matching panties, and totally rad tights. All for just over a thirty. Woot!
TMI BOOBS:
One thing I noticed while trying on a dozen different discount bras; my inner body image has still not shifted from "I have obscenely big boobs" to "I have normal-sized boobs". I was nearly shocked to see the t-shirt bras actually fit me even though the cups looked so small! And it's been what, nearly ten years since the reduction?
Oh yeah, the pregnancy in between might be a factor. But still. I'm still awed at the thought that my tits look so small. SMALL?! *faints*