August 4, 2007

  • So then...
    my work sucks on Friday - my tests won't test right and so I'll have to re-do most of Friday's work on Monday morning. And then I have to work late to make up for leaving early on Thursday and because I have a PhD up my ass about data.

    So, when 1845 rolls around, I head home.
    Or try to.
    I walk out to my trusty Corolla and try to start it.
    Sounds ominous
    TRY
    TRY
    and nothing.
    Just...click, click, click.
    I figure it is probably not the battery or the alternator - I have power to everything, radio and clock and all that jazz. Just no starting.
    So it's probably the starter or something in the ignition system.

    I call the trusty hubby and he comes to pick me up and confirms my initial impression on the stupid car.
    So now the debate --- fix it or buy a new one?
    I'd planned to buy a new one in a few months (no more than six) anyway.
    The Corolla needing: a new driver's side seatbelt, an AC refresh, new brakes, new tires, an oil change, a scratch buffed out of the hood, the cruise control fixed and the radio antenna unbent so that it will actually retract properly.

    All for a car that really isn't worth much simply because it is old. I mean it's only a 1995 but it's still OLD. And I really wanted a new one.

    So I bought one.

    I am now a proud owner of a shiny new Honda Fit in Vivid Blue Pearl.
    It's got all kinds of goodies (in addition to a montly payment) but
    such is life.
    And a new car!
    And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to stick my feet back in the baby pool full of ice that is currently dominating our family room.

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