Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that wasn’t an out-of-office message or a to-do list. Failing to post anything for weeks isn’t generally considered a good practice in the blogosphere, which is why it’s a good thing I don’t blog for a living. I’d have been fired before I ever had a chance to starve to death.
Anyway, my ridiculous lack of content isn’t due to having nothing to write about. Rather, it’s from having so much to write about that I’ve no time to write about it. Lotsa crazy doings around the CimC household in the past several weeks, many of which I’m sure you’ll all be regaled with in the days and weeks to come.
For example, Karin and I bought a new car the other day: this lovely Nissan Sentra. Well, okay, it’s last year’s model so it’s not brand new, but it’s close enough. It smells new, runs perfectly, and has nary a scratch on it, so it’s new as far as I’m concerned. It’s even still under warranty. Basically, everything about it is like new but the price. Yeah, baby.
I can hear some of you in the back mumbling about the four doors and the silver paint job (I’m looking at you, OTP), but you must understand that I’m forty years old, I already have a great woman, and I enjoy saving money on gasoline and insurance more than I enjoy getting to the next red light before everyone else. I also hate making my passengers climb like monkeys into the back seat. So, we went with the silver, four-door Sentra instead of the gumdrop orange 350Z.
I love this car. It’s iPod ready, it has power everything, and it gets a gazillion miles to the gallon*. Best of all, we can totally afford it. I love this car. Did I say that already?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go drive my other car for a while.
*I exaggerate of course, but only because I haven’t calculated the mileage yet and am completely blown away by how slowly the gas needle moves downward.