I totally wrote this before but it disappeared. Now I am afraid it will not be as funny because I am tired and feel a little less funny than I did. I almost bought a new car the other day. Here is some free advice: Don't go to a car dealers after you had wine with lunch. Now, guess why I ended up not buying one:
a. I realized I am in a terrible financial situation
b. I already have a perfectly good car that is paid for and runs great.
c. I could not decide between a sports car and an SUV.
Yes, the answer was "c." It gave me another reason why I should marry. One of us could have an SUV and one culd have a sports car, then I would get them both after he accidentally dies of old age or an excess of potassium chloride. Note to self- probably won't be able to marry anyone who reads my blog.
I think one of my underlying reasons for wanting a new car is that if i ever become homeless and have to live in my car, it would be a nice one. Although the likelihood of becoming homeless is small. I figure I really only have about 6 months when everything is going to suck with cancer, i will have to work less, make less money, etc. Then i will be ok. And it would be hard, although not impossible, to piss off every friend I have that has offered a place to stay temporarily during this time. And even if i exhausted my friends, there are my sisters, who are legally bound to take me in. And I could drive to their houses in my new sports car, or SUV. Maybe I could try my, "I could die at any time" line and they will lease me a ferarri, thinking they will get it back in a few weeks. I think I would have to look sicker, though.