I blame it on the drugs I was on, or the fact I was bored out of my mind from playing mindless hours of Phase 10 on my phone. But my "give-a-damn" was most definitely busted, and my husband could basically do whatever he wanted and I didn't care. Just as long as I didn't have to think about it.
So he brought a Lexus.
Well done honey, well played.
His car was pretty beat up, and since he's working full time and driving half way around the state going to school too, he's using a crap tonne of gas. He wanted something nice, and while putzing around online for shits and giggles, he stumbled across this car. It's a 2011 Hybrid so it's amazing on gas, and it was used and only had 9000 miles. The price tag was pretty amazing too.
Normally I would have had much more to say about the whole deal, but I just didn't care.
So there you have it fellas. If you want a nice luxury car, wait until your wife has a pretty significant surgery, and she doesn't have the energy to care.
It does make a kind of funny joke though. It's like we're going through a mid life crisis. He gets a new car and I get new boobs. And we both downsized.
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