It's mine. It's finally all mine.

I got the title to my T-bird today. Good day. Happy day. This is the first time i have been able to complete an installment payment plan for an automobile. Seems like as good a time as any to tell you how i came to make this purchase.

Back in 2004 i was made partner. I was flush with cash for the first time in my life and needed something to spend it on. I decided it was time to get the Jaguar that i'd been wanting. Of course, no one else thought this was a good idea.

Howie said don't do it. It was a waste of money. Now usually i listened to Howie and i must say i can never think of an instance in which his advice was unsound or incorrect. But i had my mind set on this. I'd wanted a Jaguar since i was 16. I still want one, and i will buy one. But i haven't yet.

Todd Sanderson made a good point. Todd said, "Bob, it's like someone found a way to gold plate a turd. It is beautiful to look at, but it's still a turd." But i had my mind set on this. I can be stubborn.

Finally Craig Sanderson intervened. Craig told me that he wouldn't sell me a Jaguar. Every Jaguar he sold had some kind of problem. Todd had told me this as well, but did i mention that i had my mind on this? Craig told me to take a look at this car he had on his lot. So i agreed that i'd come over that night and take a look at it.

So i went over to Sanderson Auto Sales. Craig said this was the last T-Bird he had on the lot. He'd sold about twenty of these cars over the summer. The 2002-2005 T-Bird is an excellent car with great retro styling, but Ford screwed up the price point. At $45,000 new they sold poorly. Too expensive to be affordable, not expensive enough to convey an exclusivity cachet. Not fast enough to be a sports car. But i have never had i car that is better just to drive, it is a great touring car.

I'd been missing owning a convertible. I had owned a LeBaron convertible and owning a convertible is something i recommend to anyone who possesses the requisite means. So when Craig showed my this convertible i was interested. A short test drive later and i was sold.

The car has all the standard amenities. CD player, Dual Climate Control, Power Steering, Anti-Lock Brakes, Power Top, Traction Control. No GPS though. It also had another feature not mentioned in the owner's manual. Now i don't have any interest in this feature of my car and have no use for it anymore, but it bears mentioning that this car can really do some heavy lifting when it comes to picking up women, especially the kind of women a young single man finds himself interested in. Even more so when you take into account my taste deficiencies.

So now it is mine. All mine. At least until Obama decides i don't need two cars and decides to tax one out of existence.

I hope you enjoyed the tale of my little red car.

Later

Bob

PS

I have rectified the primary missing feature. I now have a GPS. No longer will anyone i lend the car to spend an hour and a half looking for Erin when she is ten minutes away.

Sick Day 3 in 3-D

Once again i am home ill. So i figured i'd write the third installment of the sick day series. My longtime readers are familiar with this, but for you newbies, i'll break it down: i chronicle the events of my sick day. Yeah it's not too complicated, but then again what do you expect from a guy under the influence of two doses of nyquil?

This sick day is a carry over from yesterday. An early indication that i was in for a bad day was the pain in my right ear descending down the eustachian tube to my throat. (And no, Mom, i didn't go to an E.N.T. guy, maybe this winter when my reoccurring problem reoccurs i'll do something.) So fast forward to the title of this post and i wake up sick this morning.

Fortunately my calendar was light. A quick call into the office canceled everything. Two nyquil later and i am asleep on the couch til 1:00 when Erin woke me up to make sure everything was ok. Living with a nurse has its advantages.

Realizing that i was out of grape juice i had to make a decision, venture forth and obtain more or go back to sleep. Juice lust won so out i went complete with bed head and a KoDT T-shirt. Erin would be mortified to see me out and about dressed like some kind of homeless person, hopped up on Nyquil,


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(sorry, i dosed off there)

and driving my Lincoln. Quick tip, take your second dose on Nyquil after you get back from the store when going to get juice.

Knowing that i now had a full weekend supply of LoCal Grape Juice and Dextromethorphan HBr i returned home to watch Dr. Horrible, Commentary! The Musical. My faith in Joss Whedon, NPH, and the rest was well justified. I especially liked $10 Solo.

It seems that all is well in the world (or as well as things are likely to be with Obama and his cronies in charge of the Oconomy. [we'll return to this later]) and Cari has things well in hand at the office. So i think i'll sign off and return to my DXM induced psychedelic fever dreams.

Later

Bob


PS

Oh to be young and able to shrug these things off like a wet Hannah Montana towel. (There, this mention ought to pull you ahead of any former rail riders. You know who you are.)