Sometimes it's just like running backwards naked through a cornfield
Monday, Apr. 10, 2006 at 10:11 a.m.
Well, the BIG news is . . . I got a new car! I got a new car! I got a new car!
Yes, a brand-spankin-new car, it only had 10 miles on it. It�s a Cosmic Blue 2006 Toyota Matrix. She will henceforth be known as �Trixie.� She�s lovely and so far, a joy to drive.
But what is it about the �new car smell�? Do you know what makes a car smell like that? Off-gassing Chemicals. In particular, spray adhesive. And having worked around that stuff for many years kind of attunes my nose to that kind of smell, and I really don�t enjoy it. I parked Trixie in the garage and opened all the windows, and now that whole garage smells. Do you want that smell? Get a can of Scotch � Spray Adhesive 77 (or even better, 90) from Home Depot � and spray a bunch of it into a plastic cup and shove that cup under your car seat.
Anyhoo, very exciting weekend for me what with the new wheels and all. The whole process took about . . . 4 hours. That�s including the pre-qual process and arguing with the financing dude about us refusing the extended warranty. Hubster refuses all extended warranties and I go along with that; he reads Consumer Reports like a Bible and he�s much more financially savvy than I am. However, every year at tax time we are reminded that we are both completely disorganized when it comes to keeping receipts. Basically, we both follow the �shoebox� principle. I think, though, that we will attempt the TurboTax next year as we pay extremely good attention to our tax preparers.
But if you give money to this guy, do you put that under cash donation or medical expenses?
Personally, I need research funds to figure out what the heck kids are saying today with their phat and shizzle and things like this:
Noobs? I can make several guesses about what noobs are, and the list ranges from biological to scatological. Apparently the graffiti artist is proud to eat them. Maybe it�s street lingo for truffles. Truffles in the �hood, yo.
Here�s a �stiff� corner in the �hood:
Eek!