Mr F sold his car on Thursday... the same day my mother arrived with her rental car. Working out the logistics of having one car for two driving adults had been surprisingly easy. Mostly, in retrospect, because until now we haven't had to.
Late last night I sat up in bed alarmed. I went back into the office and asked "Are you taking the car or am I?". We had both completely forgotten about it.
He is... that lazy bastard.
The bus picks up one block from our house at the perfect time for him to get to work. He does not have a photo shoot (and I believe that is really the only reason why he needs it). And I happened to have had BOTH pairs of my Target kids jeans wear out in the butt this weekend... making them a hazard to the eyes of all passersby.
Far be it from me to put my particular needs before others.
Now I have to walk all through town. Why don't I have more black underwear?!... or better yet as Mr F suggested...jean underwear.
Don't worry about me Mr F. I was only going to use that gift card I got at Christmas and head over to the department store (across town) and buy some tasteful pants. Because, unfortunately, I literally only have 2 pairs of pants... the Target jeans... both inexplicably trashed at the exact same time... which was really awkward while taking Communion at church.
Yesterday Mr F test drove a car that lives, conveniently, a few houses down from us. It is turquoise (not the exact car... our one is a hatch and has ripped seats (classy!) and is 1K cheaper). I laughed when I saw it... nervously... gauging how ugly it was. I said to Mr F "Why can't it be burgundy or blue?... turquoise?! Damn you 1995"
Of course this morning I see the value of turquoise.