Cuz' I'm movin' on up, baby!
Papers have been signed. Hands have been shook.
No backing out now.
The car--so brand-spanking-2009 new it hasn't even been made yet--is on order.
We do not deserve this car. I cannot believe Mister sprang for this car. It's got leather interiors for God's sake. What is he thinking!
He's actually a little white knuckled and pale this evening. He may be experiencing a wee bit of buyer's remorse.
I wasn't with him when he went in to finalize the deal, so for my part I just keep asking him things like, "So will it have the rain sensor?"
"The rear parking sensor, will it have that?"
"And that automatic parallel parking thingy. Will it have that?"
"Yes, dear, it will have everything we talked about."
"How about gps navigation? Will it have that?"
"Dual climate control? Cuz' you know how you always whine about air conditioning. It would be so nice to be able to have different tempura...."
"And you really got the leather seats? Cuz' that was quite a bit extra...."
"What did you decide about the trailor hitch?"
"Will it play my iPod."
"Honey, it will do everything."
"But will it bring you a cold beer and give you a blow job?"
"No, dear. Even the Germans haven't figured out a way to make a car do that."
"But you think you deserve it. Don't you?"