Nick and I have been toying with the idea of buying a new car for a while. As you know, we're slow movers. Technically there's nothing wrong with the car we have. It's paid off. It drives. It's good on gas. Perhaps it's been described by others as a coffin with wheels. And perhaps only Nick can drive it. I look at that as a benefit. Wherever I go, he has to go. And who doesn't want to spend extra time with her hubby?
At least I felt like that until this happened this weekend:
Farewell two-door sporty coupe. You were great for a bachelor. But you and I are officially done. Mid-size SUV? Yes, please.