I did it! I told you there would be a part 2 and there is!
(Pretend you're reading this three days ago on Labor Day. That's when I was supposed to post it.)
Here we are, Labor Day. We meet again. You, signifying the "unofficial" end of summer. Me, still sweating my face off in the "unofficial" summer heat. But before I know it, summer will be over. I'll once again be searching the sale rack for new fall boots because I'm too lazy to get my old pair re-heeled and my Starbucks order will change from a venti (you heard me) iced green tea unsweetened to a tall nonfat chai. I'll also eat any and all things pumpkin. I'll be spending every Sunday watching football and yelling at the TV with my best football trash talk - 50% of which will be accurate.
So, as summer comes to a close, here's the second installment of my summer scrapbook. (In case you missed the first installment - which was quite mindblowing - you can see it here. If you're truly stalking my summer escapades, you can also find last year's edition here.)
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My New Ride
A few weeks ago, when my parents were in town, we went to the car dealership to "check out my options" since my lease is up this month. Six hours later, we left....with a new car but not with our sanity. The lovely new Honda Fit pictured above is mine. Well, at least it's mine for the next 3 years. After that, who knows. If buying the sucker means I don't have to spend six hours in a car dealership ever again, then I may just have to do that. Fortunately, my dad was there to help me weigh my options and negotiate the price. Thank God for Dads, especially my dad who is unbelievably patient. At one point - around 9pm, when all I could think about was the dinner I hadn't yet eaten - the guy came back with a counter offer that was worse than the original offer and that's when I had to lean over to my dad and whisper, "I don't know what's going on. $215 is greater than $200, right? Isn't that math? Am I losing my mind?" After a few more rounds (of negotiating, not drinks. Man, I wish we'd had drinks), we got everything squared away, signed lots of papers and arrived back at my apartment shortly before midnight with a new ride. We celebrated by eating a delicious midnight meal of wine, cheese, and potato chips.
So far, the new car is great. It hasn't been hard to adjust to driving it other than the fact that the air conditioning control is located where the volume control used to be on my old car. So every time my favorite song comes on, I get an intense blast of cold air when I go to turn it up. I like to think it just makes me look like one of those girls in the music video with her hair blowing in the wind while she lip syncs to the song with a combination of both grace and swagger. Although, in my case, I'm grimacing because the cold air is hitting me right in the eyeball and I'm most likely singing the wrong words. But otherwise, we're totally the same. Plus, nothing says "pop music icon" like a leased hatchback with a solid safety rating.
So far, the new car is great. It hasn't been hard to adjust to driving it other than the fact that the air conditioning control is located where the volume control used to be on my old car. So every time my favorite song comes on, I get an intense blast of cold air when I go to turn it up. I like to think it just makes me look like one of those girls in the music video with her hair blowing in the wind while she lip syncs to the song with a combination of both grace and swagger. Although, in my case, I'm grimacing because the cold air is hitting me right in the eyeball and I'm most likely singing the wrong words. But otherwise, we're totally the same. Plus, nothing says "pop music icon" like a leased hatchback with a solid safety rating.
Charlie County Fair
Believe it or not, it's been one year since I first started bombarding you with posts and pictures of my - dare I say, genius - nephew. That's one year since the poignantly titled post, "I'll Just Buy A Bunch of Nipples." And what a year it has been.
