You get a car, you get a car, you get a car!!!

I got a car, though sadly it wasn't from Oprah.

More correctly I should say, I got a truck. You see The Lucky Lady and I want to have children and we started feeling like we needed an appropriate transport container for said offspring (not that there are any buns currently in the oven). Also, we have dogs.... and they are stinky, the likes of which only the inside of a pound can surmount. (Although sometimes stench is a desirable trait, like in tofu.)

We decide on a Crewmax Toyota Tundra standard equipped with awesomeness and a sunroof.

The one we got kinda looks like this....

Except more awesome and less blossom.


Now that I have been cruisin' around in the bruiser for a few days I have started thinking, "Is there ANY other vehicle that I would want to drive? Should I have paid this much? Do I have buyer's remorse??"

We are gonna Tarantino this, so hang on because the answer is coming first.

No, I would not want to drive anything else.

Alright, let's rewind to the beginning of our caper.....




Being young and progressive and such I thought first and foremost about the planet and not wanting my children to bake to death from global warming (not that it exists). Also I wanted to be you know cool, no doubt too much so for school. Lastly, I wanted to be safe. There is nothing like being forever disabled in a car accident to give one a bad case of PTSD. And boy howdy, do I pee my pants on a regular basis on the road.

First I thought about an electric car....

But I'm 6'04'', The Lucky Lady is 6'00". And, where would The Dogs go? (Perhaps more apropos, where would their stinkiness go?) Also the death trap nature of these little rascals makes me queasy.

Then I though about a nice soccer mom SUV....

But The Dogs, with Their Stench, and Their Dirt.......


So, we settled on a truck. It's like a transport container conveniently equipped with with two separate transport zones, one for stinky things and one for human things.

Initially we looked at new trucks because they were new and shiny and NOT STINKY. But as we progressed along the path towards the American Dream (of being steeped in debt for the rest of our lives) we began to realize that we just didn't want anything so bad as to make ginormous payments for years on end. We soon began to abandon the idea of owning a nice car. I again became satisfied with driving a small sedan and I even convinced myself that a greater being, who may or not exist, would keep me from dying.

Then one day, the stars aligned as I was perusing the all consuming consumer resource made by none other than Craig himself. And, there she was justa walkin' down the street. (Sing it with me!) A perfect, barely used version of the truck we wanted but for much less of The Money. You can guess how the story went from here but suffice it to say there was much begging and promising to eat at home every night for the rest of my life. I think I even used the "It-just-followed-me-home,-can-I-keep-it?-I-promise-to-feed-it-and-take-it-for-walks-and-pickup-after-it" routine at one point.

I guess these baby blues are just too hard to say no to.

Thanks Honey!

(Also, if you are reading this... Can we go to Moose's Tooth for dinner tonight?)