Something weird happened on Saturday. We traded in my cute little Volvo S40 (aka Zippy) and got ourselves a Volvo XC70 Station Wagon. Yeah, you heard me – station wagon. On purpose. And even worse, we like it. A lot. Craps. I think I might have just become a grown-up. It’s all downhill from here.
What’s funny is, we feel entirely irresponsible for buying it. The S40 was almost paid off and now we have saddled ourselves with a car payment for the next 6 years. But the car seat was seriously not fitting in Zippy and the stroller was a major squeeze to get it into the trunk. So here we are. I immediately named the new car Bruno, which R. Darling hated, so we’ve changed it to Deuce (as in my second Volvo, and the second new-to-me car we’ve gotten since we got married). But secretly, I’m still calling him Bruno. What better name for a meaty guy that’s hired to protect you at all costs? I still have yet to do much other than test drive it as R. Darling is seriously in love with the thing, but you know me. I’m not keen on driving anyway, so I’ll have my chance soon enough.
No New Year’s resolutions to report. I’m going to be posting soon about 101 Things in 1001 Days, which I’m sure you’ve seen around and/or heard about. I’m working on my list and checking it twice. Believe it or not, it’s kinda hard to think of 101 meaningful things to do and I can’t cop out and say, “do less of this or that” or, “do more of whatchamacallit” because everything is supposed to be quantitative so you have an actual end result. But I think I’m up to 95 or something so it will be up soon.
Other than that, knitting knitting knitting and getting my insides kicked to high heaven :) It’s all good!