Oh Altima. You grew mold in your trunk, and attracted deer wherever we went. Your grill ripped off on the freeway and we washed you too infrequently. I get the feeling we might not have sent you to owners you prefer, but please forgive me and know that I will always love you.
Recently Jon and I were discussing how we would love a new car. We also discussed how we shouldn't really buy one right now, but make ours work until whenever. So, yesterday we bought a new car. Well, a new to us car that my mom recently decided to give up. Long story short, our beloved Altima had too many problems and we decided to put it to sleep (or sell it on Craigslist). Our car sells quickly, some drama occurs (heated text messages after we were swindled a bit) and now we have more knowledge about what not to do when you sell your car--but it's done and now we are living the dream, driving a car we could sleep in the back of. A Subaru Outback is my Barbie Dreamhouse.
My mom purchased her own new Outback to replace her old one, and now even my dad--who was convinced that Outback drivers are socialists who live in communes eating only vegetables and wearing homespun hemp--is a fan. And Jon and I really fit in now, as Portland probably has the highest Subaru-to-recycling-bin ratio in the world.
The best part is that my mom drove it over so I was able to assist her, I mean she assisted me (cough), in doing a total reorganization of part of my apartment. My bedroom now looks like a bedroom, and not a walk in closet with a bed in the middle. Storage once lost is storage found. My mom took one look at the disarray under our bed and swore she would not stop until feng shui was restored. (Now the Outback driving mom married to the Glen Beck lover is making more sense, right? Although I can't misrepresent her, I'm sure she's a solid R voter who just lives progressively.)
THEO PHOTOBOMB! More on you later.
8 comments:
Well, give me that Christiand Side Hug!
How have I not seen this? Two things I love about it--the gunshot sound effects and the fact that they used a star wars riff. Is that the right use of the word riff? I don't know.
yay!!! but why is there a picture of the old car? we want to see the new one! out with old in with the new!
also theo is your spitting image in this picture.
An Outback is so you! And portland is probably the only place you will live where it will be necessary to know your license plate number in order to tell the difference between your car and the other 5 white outbacks in the parking lot :) Unless you choose not to have a "love not war", "keep portland weird" or a "coexist" bumper sticker, in which case you could pick yours right out.
oh and theo has the perfect hair for a faux hawk. he is so cute in that pic!
Yay! Now you can break out your Eddie Bauer unisex cardigans and jumpers that you've been dying to show off!
what's the swindle story?
now that order is restored, everyone should be sleeping better. It was a fun, fast three days!
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