Mike has a New Car

And we couldn't be more thrilled. We left the house this morning at 6 am (which meant a wake-up of 445 am) and drove to Dover OH to "look at" a car that Mike wanted. We took it for a quick test drive and then went and got a loan to buy it. Mike was all red and blotchy from excitement (one of the downfalls of being fair-skinned - your excitement totally shows and your loved ones mock you for it. You can see the same blotchiness in the picture above.)

Some highlights of the trip:

- Telling Mike that he couldn't buy the car because his door was ajar. It's a terrible thing for a door to be, you know. Puns = awesome.

- Going to Dairy Queen and getting a chocolate Blizzard with peanut butter and peanut butter cups. Yum. My favorite Blizzard has gluten in it and I decided that eating a hamburger with the bun was plenty enough gluten for me for one day, thankyouverymuch. I really am trying to be good, but it is HARD when you are on the road. And I am lazy and reluctant to accept that gluten-free is the way I have to eat forever and ever and ever. Denial = not just a river in Africa.

- Playing tag with the TV people on the way home. There was a couple driving a pickup with a large-screen projection TV in the back. We would pass them and then they would pass us and then we would pass them. We stopped at a rest stop together and Mike and I were both tempted to ask them to put on a movie. We lost track of them for a while, but then caught up with them again just before our exit. In all, I think they were with us almost the whole way home.

- Being tailgated by a white Blazer while doing 70. And being unable to get over due to LARGE SEMI-TRUCKS in the right lane. And being on the receiving end of rude gestures from said white Blazer. And then being too mature to return the favor of the rude gestures, though I sorely wanted to. You'd think he'd figure out that I'm not going to cut off a GIGANTIC truck that could smash me AND my pretty new car with the temporary tag into a million pieces.

- Carefully getting out my money to pay my toll and then getting in the EZ Pass lane. The UNATTENDED EZ Pass lane. Where I could not give anyone the money that I risked life and limb to dig out of my wallet. I am so used to having the EZ Pass tag on my car that it was nearly impossible for me to comprehend that I had to get in another lane. Genius.

- Driving 674 miles in 13 hours.