So a few days ago, I got a new car. Exciting, yeah? YES IT IS.
The last time I bought a new car it was 2003, and that wonderful Honda started having a finicky Check Engine light recently and some weird jerking motions, and I figured it was time to trade that baby in before she cost me some serious dough. So here we are!
The part that makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever? Those three lights lit up in the center console. Those indicate the seat heater is set to high. Oh dear sweet Jesus, I’ve wanted heated seats for so dang long, and it is just as glorious as I had imagined. Today it was nine degrees out, and I was taking the long way home because I was so comfortable.
Here’s hoping this car lasts me until 2028 or 2029. By then Ezra will be learning to drive and maybe he can take it over. Whoa. Crazy.
And speaking of The Spawn, today’s internet share is kinda parenty, but I am here to tell you that if this were not written and instead were a speech, I would have been standing in the front row, stomping my foot and waving my fists in the air, whooping out loud to show my support just like Meryl Streep at the Oscars. This sums up how I feel about today’s parenting/neighborhood climate completely.