YES. Hell freaking YES.
I got a new(er) car! Woo! WOO-OO!
It looks like this, but better because me and my kids are in it and we’re smiling.
Okay, well, actually the kids aren’t smiling, because as much as they prefer the new car to the old one, they would rather be home playing video games than riding around in their mom’s (big pimpin’, fly-ass) car on the way to some poetry reading or some crap. But they’ll get over it. Some day they’ll look back and appreciate the sacrifices I made.
(The sacrifice made in this particular case will be mitigated if I can refinance next year at a lower rate when I prove to my bank that bad credit does not get passed into women’s bodies via semen.)
Thanks to everyone who sent me good car-buying vibes. Happy Mother’s Day to me!
