My old shitbox car, a 1999 Mercury Villager, has finally pissed me off long enough. Every time it rains, water gets in the engine and it doesn't work until my soon-to-be ex-husband fixes it. So basically he dangles control over me every time it breaks down so today it rained and he was mad at me and did not offer to fix it.
Soooooo I called my stepdad and we went car shopping today. I drove a Jeep Grand Cherokee Lauredo, it was sexy and awesome. I also drove Chrysler but it was too squishy and claustrophobic. Then I drove 2006 Ford Explorer, black and sleek. It has seven seats without the look of a minivan which I am ready to give up since now I am hunting for men!
So the very cute but too young for me car dealer let me take the car home for the weekend to see if I like it. Well wouldn't you know my oldest son was checking the car out and he locked the keys in the car. GREAT, right? So I have to call the cute, but young dealer to figure out what I should do. He proceeded to drive over to my house to open the car for me. He TOTALLY thought I locked the keys in on purpose just to get his cute little bod over here, but I swear I did not. It was quite embarrassing. Luckily I had five little boys over here so he only flirted for a few minutes.
Tomorrow I complete a duathlon of sorts. I am riding about 20 miles to a park in Hartford, then doing a run for autism and then riding my bike back the 20 miles. I am so excited, I can't wait!