But we're finally taking our lives into our own hands and trying to cut back on some things. The most significant change? We're selling our Durango. It's been a great car, and I'll certainly miss it. But I won't miss the $400 car payment each month and the $100 in gas and the $50 or so in insurance.
I told Marty that I needed some kind of transportation, though, since staying at home all day while he took our only car to and from work would drive me crazy. I get restless and need to go out and do things, even if it's just a trip to Barnes to read through some of my favorite Bernstein Bears books from when I was a kid, or an American Eagle visit to see how Marty's holding up.
The solution? We bought Marty a scooter with our tax return money. It was kind of a splurge, but we got more back on our return than we expected, and the silly little thing will pay for itself in no time since we'll be saving $550 per month by selling the Durango.
It's just funny because Marty's best bud Bobby got one too. So they'll be able to scoot around town together on their little matching scooters in their little matching helmets. I swear they have a man crush on each other.
Anyway, the bikes were supposed to arrive today, so at around 2pm, the Pecauts came over and we anxiously awaited their delivery together. We sat through "Bee Movie"--had to make sure it was a movie our kids would like someday, you know? No bikes. We ordered pizza. No bikes. We talked about spiritual gifts over dinner--great conversation. No bikes. We rented "Cloverfield" and nearly pooped our pants freaking out. No bikes. We made brownies. No bikes. Candace and I had to just laugh at our poor husbands, who were sitting around waiting with their helmets on, ready to hop on and cruise around town the second those scooters were dropped off.
Guess their dream will have to come true tomorrow.
1 comment:
OMG! You captured our sad and expectant day so well with this blog! Good stuff, our husbands.
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