My first thought--beyond wondering whether my husband is growing weary of the ol' love handles--was, Oh Good! Now I can get the giant, tricked-out, gas-guzzling SUV I've always secretly wanted (but outwardly scorned).
|"They see me rollin'/ They hatin'" -Chamillionaire Family Taxi|
Then, a few minutes of internet research revealed the price of a giant gas-guzzler to be much, much too high for the likes of us. Even the sensible one, without the spinners. Oh, well. On to the second choice...that schoolmarmish Honda minivan with the built-in vacuum. Yesssss.
|"You spilled something? Vacuum it up RIGHT NOW. Yes, while we're driving. Need I remind you what our last minivan looked like on the inside?" -Me, to anyone under age 12|
But....dang. Who would have thought you'd have to buy the Touring Elite (read: the most expensive one) to get the HondaVAC? Frickin' Honda, you are really bumming me out, man.
So now I am a little sad. And that's to say nothing of the kidney selling we'd have to do to afford any vehicle whatsoever (new or pre-food-encrusted) at the moment.
But hey, at least my love handles are shrinking. :)
And here's another tally on the positive side of things:
|Zach-in-the-Box, for real this time.|