WTF, as they say.

To all and sundry, please disregard the last blog (in part, anyway). I am soon to be the proud owner of a practically new 1997 Ford Escort, in a light metallic green, that my dad has apparently owned for the last year. This one I get to pay $3,000 for. Phew!!!

I didn't know he owned a '97 Escort, in any color. It seems my mother, who probably heard the panic lacing my voice when I told them to buy the Focus, talked my dad into selling me his little treasure. He uses it to get around town, rather than his big truck. Saves on gas milage. It was previously owned by an old man who had to go into a nursing home, and won't be needing a car of any kind. Sad, but it means I'm getting an eleven year old car that's almost brand new. It only has 23,000 miles on it. That averages to just over 2,000 miles a year. Which is practically like having it parked for a decade. Sweet! 

No, I don't really have $3,000 just lying around, but I am waaaaaayyyyy more comfortable with that number. So, cosmically speaking, I am now $8,000 to the good. Heartbeat normal, blood pressure even, sound sleep guaranteed.

I feel so much better now.

Jinx