Can a happy moment last six hours? I say yes. Yesterday my sister from Philly flew in for the day. She and I and my other two sisters all had lunch together and then came back to my house for apple pie and more conversation. It was wonderful!
My Cherokee is also fabulous, but I think T may want to take it in to bust some chops tomorrow. They handed it over to us obviously not cleaned up and with the fuel tank on E. There was dried mud on the steering wheel and grubby greasy finger marks on the console. How does any steering wheel get mud on it, let alone a brand new one? I am so thankful for a husband to take care of ugly things like that for me.
I imagine he's happy to have me around when tears are flowing around here, but I'm telling you, that whole sales process is not for me! Last night in bed he said to me, "That guy knew all the sales lines, and you bought them all!" And he's right! I did! Actually, the only one I recognized after the fact was the "I'm in a hurry so let's get this process moving!" bit. He was trying to rush us into the foo-foo car with all the amenities, which was also one and a half times what we had originally intended to pay! Thank you, Lord, for T who would not be rushed or talked into anything he didn't want!
But today's happy moment was the happy six hours with my sisters!
