So the family has gone home (and gotten there safely), the food has been eaten (though there are still quite a lot of leftovers in the fridge) and life is getting ready to get back to normal which, in my world, means a husband with a bazillion degree new car fever.  I said it on Twitter earlier today:

Hell is a husband with new car fever and pockets full of holes.

E-gad.

The math is solid and it would only be a couple more years of payments and if he can get the numbers right I can understand how a new (to us) car would be a sound investment–it’s safer, has more “fun stuff” in it, has more space to transport stuff, blah blah blah.  I just think that it is the epitome of…something that during the weekend in which we are supposed to be giving thanks for what we have and appreciating our lives, someone is going “but I want something better!”

I sound like a total jerk right now and I feel like I need to put it out there (even though it should be totally obvious) that I do love my husband very much.  He’s a good husband.  But Oh. My. God. I do not want us to buy a new car right now and I’ve spent TWO days having to say that over and over again.  I’m beginning to feel like the ugly monster that stomped all over hope until it gave up and died or something else insidious that strikes fear in the hearts of people everywhere.

Again: I love my husband.  In the spirit of this weekend you could even say I’m thankful for him.

But SERIOUSLY.

SERIOUSLY.