All right All right
Mood:  not sure
I'll write a real post already!

But what to share? The fact that my cat has learned to whine like a puppy, and begins my mornings by peeking through the sliding glass door blinds, whimpering and trembling like a chawawa? Never mind the fact, that if you should you open said slider she would turn her nose up at the very THOUGHT of putting a paw outside (Ick - it's DIRTY!). And what causes all this trauma and consternation? A bird. A bird that flutters in and parks it's feathery butt on the wrot iron fence in the backyard. GAH!

Or perhaps I should enlighten you to the fact that I now glow in the dark. You see over the weekend, during one of those moments when N and I were sitting and snuggling on the couch, while staring into my eyes he gently brushed back the hair from my face and murmured "You need to dye your hair again" (Of course He only says things like this because he loves me and I don't get mad because I believe that) So, the other day while we were in the drug store, I wandered through the hair section. I had picked up my 'normal' (OK - normal for this week) hair color when N passed by me, looked over the rainbow of colors and said "oooo how about THIS one!". So, me, being the loving and giving fiance' that I am said "Oh! alright!" (OK - OK - so I'm always game for an excuse to play with my hair color)

The color is SUPPOSED to be This (See Flaming Red) But, because portions of my hair were pretty light (due to sun, and a little home streaking job) sections of my hair have taken on a shade very similar to the border that surrounds this here blog. The weirdest thing? I've never gotten so many compliments on a color job.

Then there's the whole CAR issue (BTW - thanks to those who commented - All TWO of you, that's the most comments I've ever gotten on a post. And you've inspired me to blog about my Camaro one day just to see if I can get an even BETTER response) Anyway - I can't weasel out of the fact that I have to get rid of my car. No matter how much I deflect and procrastinate and pout. Logically, I know it has to go. But DAMN if I'll be happy about it. This will be the first time I've ever gotten a car that I wasn't excited about. Doing things because they were PRACTICAL was one of the things I HATED about my pre-divorce days. BUT enough of my whining.

We've pretty much narrowed our choices down to two. A Volvo Station wagon with the third seat, or a Chevy Astro Van (unless someone can convince me otherwise).

Here's the thing. The Van has more space, can tow things, is actually REALLY built to hold 8 people and thus will be more comfortable on a long trip, and is cheaper. The Volvo is safer, will be more like my bug (leather seats, sportier), will hold it's value longer, and gets better gas mileage.

Again with the practical: It will probably be the Van because of the room thing. If I'm going to get rid of my car for something bigger I may as well make sure it's BIG ENOUGH.

FEH! How can I expect to get lewd looks and wolf whistles while driving a mini-van!?

And that's the last post I'll do on the subject until I have new car keys in hand. I promise!

Note: I find it rather ironic that the spell check built into my blog - doesn't recognize the word "Blog".