So I'll just tell you this:
The timing belt ate our van's engine.
Really, it is okay because the car was on its last legs already. It was time for a new vehicle for several other reasons as well. We had already been pre-approved for an auto loan and had begun looking. But now there is an urgency. My husband's car only has four seat belts. It doesn't take many math skills to know that that doesn't work out too well for our family of seven.
Put me in a warehouse full of kitchen hardware or dusty journals and I am in heaven. Put me in a car lot and . . . . someone give me a gun.
WHO LIKES THIS? What kind of demented mind enjoys searching the internet endlessly for the perfect fit, the honest dealer and the right price? Please tell me because I've only been doing it for a couple of days and I want to commit hara kiri.
At least there are only three options for us.
- Suburban/Tahoe XL
- 12 Seater Van
That is helpful. (I like restaurants that only have three things on their menu. The places with novella menus stress me out.)
If you don't hear from me, send a rescue team to the car lot. I'm probably huddled in a corner crying and sucking my thumb and certainly incapable of finding help on my own. Please send me all of your good vibes and happy thoughts. I'll be needing them!