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My President’s Day Slip Up…

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I fully enjoyed sleeping in, eating a leisurely breakfast in front of the TV, and practicing my yoga routine on Monday morning. I met my husband at a local sandwich shop for lunch and slowly made my way back home for a relaxing afternoon. Ten minutes into watching Maury’s ‘My husband is cheating on me with my best friend’, I decided midday cable television wasn’t for me. I fired up my computer… and that’s when the trouble started.

OK, OK, honest truth? The REAL trouble started 15 weeks ago when I discovered our impending parenthood. I looked at my car, previously seen as perfectly reliable and safe, and decided it was a traveling death trap and I needed a new ginormous SUV ASAP. Before you say it, let me say it for you… ‘That’s a Californian for you.’

I shared my terror and newly discovered hatred for my car with my husband and he sweetly said, ‘Sure hon. You are more than welcome to get a USED car… as soon as you come up with fifteen grand cash.’

He’s a friggin’ laugh a minute.

Back to President’s Day, I clicked on the internet to surf some of the debt blogs I like to read and my home page pop up said, ‘CAR SALE – CAR SALE – CAR SALE!!!’ and of course, the photo was of my shiny new dream car. I began to think, ‘It won’t hurt to just test drive it. Test driving never hurt a soul’ followed by, ‘I wouldn’t have to finance much’ and ‘My raise will cover it’ completely ignoring the fact that future daycare expenses will more than eat through my raise AND my husband’s raise.

I put on my shoes and practically vaulted out the door in my excitement to get a new car when I received the following text from my husband, ‘Just wanted to let you know how much I love you and I’m so proud of how we handle our finances.’

I glanced up at the security cameras on the front of the house and froze, wondering if he was somehow watching me then remembered I had paid out of our budgeted cash for lunch and he had made a comment about how great it was to not use the debit card.

Daaaaaaaang it!!! Guilt ALWAYS works.

I went back inside to finish watching Maury and polished off an entire cantaloupe in the process. I had the rest of the afternoon to assure myself that my car is fine… it’s my patience that needs the work.


Car Trouble…

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I set up the spare bedroom for ‘Murphy’. Apparently he’s planning to be here for a while.

When we returned home from our trip, my car refused to start. My 5 year old battery has been hanging on for far too long and finally decided to quit. My husband replaced the battery over the weekend and the troubles worsened. The car, an automatic, started stalling. Stalling, stopping, and restarting is always super fun in the dark at 5:00 a.m. when you are a female driving alone.

Catching my sarcasm?

Now, let me back up here a sec to tell you a little history about me. In college, I drove everywhere fast – and I had a shoe box of speeding tickets to prove it. I owned a modified Honda Civic and frequently participated in late night street races while living in Los Angeles. I ‘may’ have also been involved in high speed police pursuit.

Before you write a bunch of angry comments about how stupid/dangerous speeding/racing is, let me save you some time. First, I drove like that nearly TEN years ago. Second, at this point in my life, I realize how stupid/dangerous it is. Third, the aforementioned information made my current situation funny…at least to my husband.

My husband took my car to the mechanic to have it repaired. He, who knew me in my racing days, couldn’t stop laughing when he told me what was wrong with the car. Apparently there is an air flap on, near, around, or somewhere in the vicinity of your carburetor (have mercy, I don’t know a thing about cars). If you drive a good portion of your commute under 35mph and don’t accelerate quickly, the darn thing gums up and stops your vehicle. THIS, is what went wrong with my car.

The mechanic specifically told my husband, ‘Tell your wife to stop driving like an old lady.’

The teasing from my husband will never cease.

The only redeeming factor? The mechanic didn’t charge us to clean the flap and my car now drives perfectly.


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